Saturday, June 29, 2013
My Inaugural Address at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
Alvin Miller
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TOPICS
Preface
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
Introducing Myself
Search Books
I'm the Captain!
The Joke
The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
Online Image 1: Me on The Great White Throne (and I don't mean
the toilet!)
Image 2: Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Nutty Fruitcake
Image 3: Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God
Image 4: 'E.T.' Finger
Image 5: 'E.T.' Finger. Boy Fascinated (Frozen into Stone
Statue)
Image 6: Hypnotized (Frozen into Stone Statue)
T he Taboo
Image 7: 'Surrogates' (2009) Doll
Image 8: 'Surrogates' (2009) Fairy Bowling
White Armband
Image 9: White Armband Signs
Image 10: Bosch's Wages of Sin
Instant Prophet
The Witches
My Favorite Sport
Image 11: 'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot
Conjured by Horny Nerds
Image 12: 'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over!
Image 13: Repeat: 'Surrogates' Doll
Image 14: Repeat: 'Surrogates' Fairy Bowling
Image 15 Clown Pratfall - Slip Sliding Away! All Fall Down!
Image 16: 'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down!
Defeating the Whore of Babylon
Image 17: Castrating Medusa's head with Writhing Phallic Snakes
Turns Men into Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen
Image 18: Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending
Our Herd (Dolls Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell)
Image 19: Cattle Cars. This Way to the Gas!
Getting You to Change Your Bedroom Behavior
I M ust Rule!
I mage 20: The R eal Secret Rapture!
I'm a Fairy – In Fact, the King of the Fairies!
Image 21: Typical Fairy (Such As Me)
Image 22: Madonna and Child
My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty)
Image 23: 'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors (Compare with
Image 1)
Image 24: 'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes
Nuclear!
Image 25: 'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear
(Rigid) over Bombshell Doll 'Stupefyin' Jones (= Turned to Stone)
Image 26: Harp Playing Angel/Leg Pull Clown Harpo Struck Dumb,
Goes Nuclear and Sounds His Angel Trumpet over Bombshell Dolls!
The Jesus You Never Knew
Leaving the Fleshpots
Image 27: 'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' Subject under a Spell
(Hypnotized)
Your Household
Image 28: Bosch's Hell
Instant Proof You're in Hell
Cities
The Tarot Cards
Image 29: The Fool
Image 30: The Tower of Babel
Image 31: The King of the World
Image 32: The Hanged Man
Image 33: What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Light
T he R eal Story of the World Trade Center Attack, t he Tower of Babel
for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization)
Image 34: Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds
Image 35: 'The Brain from Planet Arous' - Sex Fiend Madman
Cackles
To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem
Descending to Earth!
Image 36: TIMETABLE
Image 37: 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western
Civilization)
Image 38: Jay Weidner's Tetrahededral Hyperdimensional Double
Cone Time Vortex
Image 39: Double Cone Time Vortex
Image 40: The Tower of Babel
Image 41: Inception (2010) - Conflagration - Sky Vanishing Like
a Scroll Being Rolled Up!
Image 42: Inception (2010) - The World Turned Upside Down! All
Fall Down!
Image 43: A Secret Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing
'Whirlwind of Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno')
Business
Legal Reform
Tax Reform
The Illegal Aliens
All Aboard My Time Machine!
Image 44:'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- 'Let's Do the Time Warp
Again'
Image 45: My Gliding Swan Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne
Perch/Aerial Car/Chariot Crashs and Burns! (God = Me Down to Earth)
Twinkle Town
Image 46: Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot
Conjured by Horny Nerds
Image 47: Rainbow Painted Phallic Noah's Ark Spaceship (Seed to
the Future)
Image 48: Young Future Doll I Repeatedly Bathe in My Green Alien
Slime Via My TV!
Image 49: Magician/Juggler Tarot Card (Me)
Image 50: Trickster/Huckster/Magician Johhny Carson Steals A
Smooch from His Stacked Bombshell Doll Assistant (Carol Wayne)
Image 51: The Last Airbender - Weather
Image 52: The Last Airbender - Pie Fight!
Image 53: Pie Fight!
The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation)
To the Heads of State in the Far East
Science
Conclusion
Image 54: Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video
Image 55: Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior
Image of Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!)
Image 56: Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4' Video - Madman Raptures Out
his Psychiatrists! All Fall Down! Megadeath!
Image 57: FlashForward TV Finale. All Fall Down! (Compare with
Prior Image where Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists!)
Appendix: The Secret Rapture
Appendix: From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME
Appendix: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven'
Bibliography
Image 58: Interesting Portrait of Norman O. Brown
Image 59: The Rapture/Ascension/Global Blackout
Image 60: Dolls I Abduct(Suck Up) to My Saucer! = Raptured Out
by Me! Beam me up, Scotty!
Image 61: Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture
I mage 62: The R eal Secret Rapture!
Image 63: What Would Jesus Do? Halo Light
Image 64: Human Cannonball (Me) Shot From Gun at the Circus
Finale (The End of the World)
PREFACE
Return to Topics
Important note: Read my 1986 book (at
http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/alien.html before you read
this. Also, if you read this online, you will see some pictures you
will otherwise miss.
'♪ 'There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief' – Bob
Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by Norman O.
Brown as 'joker to the priest.'
'Armageddon outta here!' - Bruce Almighty
'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.'
'To seduce the world to madness' (Norman O. Brown)
'Man is maniac' (Brown)
'Resisting madness can be the maddest way of being mad.' (Brown)
'We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do' (The Animals)
No one gets out of here alive!
What follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when I
actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in Washington,
D.C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne Judgment of
the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! - corpses laying on the
ground - my fairy dump - rabbits running in the ditch. Megadeath! My
Cleansing/Culling/Planetary Enema of the Earth in My Conflagration at
World's End! Feel free to believe what I've set down here are the
ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what they are! I have
assembled this book in a series of vignettes. Norman O. Brown, my
mentor, used a similar technique. It has been said of Brown's later
books, 'They are largely a dazzling, nonlinear patische of fragments
and quotations from different writers which Brown has made his own
and, whatever the source, one can assume the voice is that of Brown'.
Neither Brown nor I are creative or original thinkers, and both are
well aware of our limited competency. We both collect/assemble
familiar ideas in novel ways to provide a new perspective. You'll
find I use terminology that may seem alien to Christianity: ghosts,
wizards, witches and fairies. Part of the problem that the King James
Bible mistranslated the word sorcery referring to potions.
This is strictly adult material. This is off limits to children, and
this means you! I'm dealing with two perspectives here: that of the
present, but also the point after I have raptured everyone out. If
your jaw didn't drop when you read my 1986 book, I 1000% guarantee it
will drop now!( ) I repeat my annoyance at you 'Christians'
who have repeatedly attacked my site. Jesus prophesied that all
prophets must get stoned. Your scurrilous, underhanded attacks prove
what you really are – Pharisees who observe the letter of the Law,
but not the Spirit. You are shortly going to be rewarded by your
Master for your faithful service! Don't shoot the messenger! Get a
life and stop giving me trouble! You know that if you faced me in a
one on one debate, I would wipe you out! If you are angry at what I
say, simply vent at my guestbook with specific criticisms. You may
feel this is a spoof or hoax and laugh. You think I'm kidding, but
I'm not! I've set my timebomb ticking over Sodom! So, finally, it all
begins next Topic!
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
Return to Topics
Introducing Myself
Return to Topics
(The time is midnight E.S.T. I stand before global television to
explain my rapturing out billions. I made the broadcast at the
midnight hour (a time of special insight for Christians) to help
prevent the possibility that any children would see this, although in
different time zones around the world children are up). Good evening
ladies and gentlemen. I'm addressing you from Washington, D.C., the
political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the pit of Hell
to address you.
Before I begin, I want to insist that no children view this
broadcast. This is off limits to anyone under 12 years old. Leave the
room, and go to bed! This Adult Education. You will find that I talk
fast in nearly inaudible whisperings, that I change the subject
frequently, and in general it will come across as the incoherent
gibberish and ravings of a madman. It's brain salad surgery. But I
have all my ducks in a row. You'll wake up tomorrow morning and go
'what did he say?' You'll try to remember, but you'll have a hard
time. I urge you to record this address and to watch it several
times, as each time you'll pick up more.
You'll notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this evening.
This is because the more you know about where I'm coming from, the
better off you'll be. Let me formally introduce myself. You've seen
me before, but now I'm going to reveal who I really am. Have you ever
seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a spook? Now you can say you've seen
a ghost. I'm the Ghost with the Most. I'm the Whispering Ghost. I'm
the Whistling Skull. I'm the Space Ghost:
The Space Ghost (Me)
You have seen many ghosts. My colleagues are on practically every
street corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and
spouting gibberish. When you look at me you'll see that I have no
eyes - empty sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face). '♪
Jeepers! Creepers! Where did you get those eyes? Gosh all git up! How'd they
get so lit up? - How they hypnotize!' We space aliens are starry eyed, and
have an eye contact problem. Note many native men have such poor eye
contact.
' ♪ You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp , but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes '
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
(Bob Dylan)
' ♪ eyes without a face (reversal – face without
eyes!)
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.' (Billy
Idol)
I am an Invisible Man. There is no person here, never has been and
never will be. You are looking at a total vacuum. There is nothing
here - only empty air. When you look at me you see no person - you
are looking directly at my Id - my seething, bubbling unconscious.
Brown calls the unconcious a 'cauldron of seething excitement.' And
most people find it highly disturbing to look on the face of the
Lord, my face. We shamans prefer to wear masks to hide it.
In fact, I'm a raving lunatic, and this insanity I have is a deadly
poison. Most of my fellow mad people are bottom feeders. With this
disease, we are incompetent to keep ourselves together, and we fall
to the bottom, with many becoming homeless, committing suicide or
drugging themselves into oblivion. It makes us into total misfits.
DOAs - Dead on Arrival. Jesus, a poor Jewish peasant, was a bottom
feeder also. When you're on the bottom, you look up at all the socalled
leaders, and you know that all of them are the wrong people.
Joyce says, 'Lowest basemeant in hystry!' As Jesus said, 'Thou hast
hidden these things from sages and men of discernment, and hast unveiled
them to babes .' If you have ears to hear, Jesus was himself also mad.
The gods must be crazy! Jesus was very sensitive to natural
disasters, because, like them, as a madman he was walking dynamite
liable to explode at a moment's notice with all the force of an
earthquake (a walking timebomb). Jesus was a piece of human waste –
human garbage. And so am I. A significant number of theologians, and
I also, believe Jesus was a bastard. Jews thought he was the bastard
son (mamser) of a Roman centurion. The idea of virgin birth arose
because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated. We, the gods,
live in a parallel universe right next door to this one – the Other
World/hyperdimension right in front of you. I stepped through the
looking glass on my mission. According to the Doors,'♪ Break on
through to the other side.'
Just like Jesus, I am here to serve. I don't want you to worship me.
You don't have to believe a thing I say. Believe what you want. For
example, you may believe I'm the Antichrist, which I deny. But
believe what you want. Your beliefs don't concern me. I'm here to
straighten out your behavior, specifically, as you will see, your
behavior in the bedroom. That is the special mission I'm on.
When you see me, you've seen the Father. 'Every eye shall see Him'
(global TV). 'There can be only One.' according to the movie
'Highlander' and my 1986 Chosen One 'prophesy'.
Both Jesus and I are in fact wizards (all the magic and 'miracles' he
did, any competent Hindu fakir (= faker) can do). I am the second
most powerful wizard that has ever walked the face of this earth.
Jesus is better than me for two reasons. Jesus was working in his
thirties, half my age. He has me beat, because his member would come
up better than mine. I'm twice the age he was when he was preaching,
and mine doesn't come up like it used to. Also, he had sharp wit and
eloquence and always said the right thing. By contrast, I tend to
ramble (the gibbering of the mad I mutter).
You have met your maker. You object that you see nothing but a
lunatic standing here. But, I, God, did make you in the following
sense. I set the rules for you to live by – the Ten Commandments and
the Sermon on the Mount. If you disobey my rules and go to Hell, as
always, I get my willie working below my belt and rapture you devils
out. It was always ambiguous about who would be raptured out. Would
it be the Elect or would it be the Lost? The answer is both! Anybody
and everybody that I could remove I wanted gone. 'Then shall two be in
the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.' You who are Left Behind
that I am addressing are the same mix as those I removed. Who was
right: The Catholics with no rapture or the Fundamentalists? The
answer is that neither was! We did have the rapture, but it was
simply me laying out as many corpses as I could. As they say, 'God
(me) rains on the just and the unjust alike.' Every one I raptured,
including the Fundamentalists went nowhere except to their graves,
becoming wormfood. My planet is in emergency mode, with billions of
you devils running around destroying it. I'm getting ready to give
you the Judgment. I wash my hands of you a la Pontius Pilate! I would
like nothing better that to stick the lot of you devils is a gas
chamber and slam the door shut! Once again, I, Victor Frankenstein,
declare another botched laboratory experiment. I have to remove you,
so I can start over again with a new Adam and Eve. Get off my planet,
you devils! This way to the gas, ladies and gentlemen! Hitler's
'showers' were unconsciously the slime I rain down from my Heavenly
perch (Great White Throne)! Get off my planet! I've had it with you!
In many ways, you Remnant (the Left Behind) who will go through the
Great Tribulation are worse off than those I removed. 'And said to the
mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sits on
the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb.'
'♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio
Down on my luck again, down on my luck again
I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life
I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life
It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day
- -
You're just another face that I know from the TV-show
I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend
Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while
Can I meet you another day and we can fly away
- -
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!)
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture) (Phil
Collins)
You are made in my image. 'Let us make man in our image.' (plural) This
simply means that you don't have to live with continuous mental and
physical pain that we mad people - specifically the gods - feel every
day from sunup to sundown every second of our lives. I'm an
involuntary witness – 'Can I get a witness?' What I have is
contagious, infectious and deadly. Don't come close to me! Let
sleeping dogs lie! The Wolf Man was lucky, because he shape-shifted
only once a month at the full moon. I, by contrast, shape-shift all
day long from second to second. I melt down and reform myself into a
another person regularly (that's what it is to be a ghost). If I get
around anyone, involuntarily, I form myself into a duplicate of them.
Part of the power I possess is to temporarily pass on to you the
continual pain I feel (Mass Psychosis - the correct name for what is
known in Fundie circles as the Secret Rapture - see my 1986 book).
The source of the pain we mad people feel is you with all the evil
deeds you do. When you do your evil deeds, we are put into pain -
(breaking in to the weird voice of the Shadow: 'Who knows what evil
lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!)' 'Return to Sender!'
'What goes around comes around!' 'Right back at ya!' Fight fire with
fire! Jesus, the Man of Constant Sorrow, the Suffering Servant, took
on the cross the sins of the world. Similarly, the Greek god Atlas
took the world on his shoulder.'♪ Everyday with You, Lord is sweeter than
the day before'. We mad people are here to help remove the pain of
everyday life. For a while, you get to walk in my shoes. And when you
do so, you drop dead in your tracks - it's my deadly blessing! (I
start singing the rock song) '♪ I got the power! I got the power!' (by
Rainbow). Indeed, I do have the power, and it's is a deadly poison!
Out of all the millions of mad people on the planet right now,
probably less than a handful possess all the powers I have. Madness
is incurable, and there is a progressive deterioration. I am at the
final stages of a fatal disease. My brain has melted into goo, and
I'm in continuous physical pain. Jesus, of course, had the same
affliction. Again, the gods must be crazy! Mad people such as I are
instantly and permanently into the mystic, but not by choice. There
have been numerous highly evolved spiritual beings on this planet,
but madness is a cheap and easy way to instantly get to the mystic.
Such people can develop psi powers such as the power to spin objects
(psychokinesis). Occult powers are often vilified as 'sludge' because
they dip into the their source, the Collective Unconscious. All such
as psychic/paranormal/extrasensory
perception/telepathy/ESP/clairvoyance/mind-reading/second sight/sixth
sense/third eye phenomena are real, and magic as such is real. But
all are usually temporary phenomena, uncontrollable/unpredictable
typically lasting only a short time.
Moses, for that matter, also had the same affliction. He was his own
special effects man, as when he bested the Egyptian wizards in his
magic duels. I, like Moses, am accompanied by my magic wand. It's
below my belt. Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes James Joyce's
FINNEGANS WAKE, 'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.' At one
point during the Exodus, the Hebrews he was leading decided that
Moses was out to kill them. After all, they knew he was mad. When
they protested to him, Moses dropped two of them dead in their tracks
(the number may be wrong - I can't find the passage). Moses said that
God struck them down, but it was really only Moses doing the special
effects. (Perhaps I was thinking of Aaron's two sons dead when they
approached the Ark of the Covenant in Leviticus).
I'm the Captain!
Return to Topics
I, Captain Nemo, am the captain of this ship - always have been and
always will be. But, as passengers, I advise you to stroll over the
decks to the railings and look over the side of the ship You see the
name 'Titanic' painted on the side. Now look down at the waterline.
There's a huge gash and we're taking on water. We're going down! Soon
we'll be underwater. Glub! Glub! Not much time left! Glub! Glub!
'♪ Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship, (my Gliding Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne Perch
from which I drop slime bombshells on the dolls!)
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed '. (Blues Image)
'♪ All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn:
how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
(Procol Harum)
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye'
'♪ Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick.
I've been lost now, days uncounted,
And it's months since I've seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.
Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?
I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And it's tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, Heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm getting closer to my home ...' (Grand Funk
Railroad)
' It was ♪ way past midnight
And she still couldn't fall asleep
This night the dream was leavin'
She tried so hard to keep
And with the new day's dawning
She felt it drift away
Not only for a cruise
Not only for a day
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart' (Double)
'♪ The antediluvian kings colonized the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from far Atlantis.
Knowing her fate,
Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist, The magician and the other
so-called Gods of our legends.
Though G ods they w ere -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice
And let us sing
And dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
I wanna see you some day
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
oh yeah Oh club club, down down, yeah
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah'
(I used Glub! Glub! in place of club club. By Donovan).
The Joke
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I want to start off with a little humor. Speakers always begin with a
joke:
I notice these days that so many of you have piled on the pounds,
you're getting the love handles, you've ballooned up and some of you
are so rolypoly that you're round like a beachball. There is a reason
you're that way. Just like pigs led to slaughter are fattened up so
that the flavor is improved, we, the fairies, have stuffed you full
of fairy food - junk food laden with fat and calories. This is so
that when we slice you up and cook you, the fat gives more flavor.
You've been fattened up for the kill! The Living Dead will eat you
first!
Twilight Zone: Cookbook - To Serve Man
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I'm sure that has you rolling in the aisles. You're so round that
you'll roll real well. But seriously, you spend billions every year
on diet products and gym memberships. I am going to save you a lot of
money. I'm going to solve your problem. You'll find that when you
have no food at all to eat, you have no problem losing weight. It
will melt right off. The North Korean Communist regime with it's
starving population highly recommends the Calorie Restriction
Society. There you'll find proof you'll be healthier anyway without
food.
The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
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Me Seated on My Great White Throne for My Judgment of the Dead (and I
don't mean the toilet!)
(I'm surrounded by blinding light and lightning which unconsciously
signifies the slime I spew from my Fire Hose!)
Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, we can get to the main
business of the evening. I have you summoned here this evening for a
special reason. Welcome to my Dead Man's Party! Leave your body at
the door! Welcome to my Party at the End of the World! Welcome to my
Party at Ground Zero! Welcome to the Isle of the Dead! Welcome to the
Village of the Damned! Here come da Judge! Here come da Judge!
Come in! You've at last been rounded up to see me in person to deal
with you! Enter and step forward ladies and gentlemen. And as you
step forward, all the doors behind you one by one are being slammed
shut and barred! You are going nowhere. You are going to stand before
me here seated on my perch (the Great White Throne) and not move!
(Stolen from Vincent Price - 'House on a Haunted Hill'). Right here,
right now, this very moment at the witching hour of midnight is the
Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead! This is the Second
Resurrection. As Joyce prophesied in FINNEGANS WAKE: 'Array!
Surrection!' - Resurrection (and erection = stiffening plus
insurrection) and array (and hurray!) – namely, the Second
Resurrection. Receive your Judgment from the Lord! I'm getting ready
to give you the Dr. Strangelove address (note his fruity fairy name).
In the film, he was an ex-Nazi scientist who slipped back into his
goose stepping days as one of Hitler's supermen with stiff armed
salutes (rigid robotic movements = erection). His message was: the
apocalypse is here and head for the hills - the same message as
Jesus. Stanley Kubrick filmed a final scene for after the nuclear
holocaust (that he deleted) of a pie fight, a topic I discuss later
on.
First of all, why do I say you are all dead? I am addressing only
dead people this evening. I see dead people (the 'Living Dead' – the
Departed)! That is you and you and you (pointing to members of the
audience). Welcome to Ghost Town – you've 'given up the ghost'!
You've all been turned into stone statues! My many enemies have been
made into footstools! And you have passed over. You are no longer
human! You once were. Then you became the Godless Wicked (heathens).
And now, in fact, you have become the devils, demons and monsters of
Hell. You have passed over to the Twilight Zone, the Forbidden
Planet, the Forbidden Zone, the Dead Zone. Everyone on this planet
had been dead since I and my assistants (known variously as angels,
scanners, watchers, dreamers, hearts or the Justice League of
Superheroes) first blew the horn in the Seventies (Mass Psychosis -
the Secret Rapture). These are H. G. Well's 'Men Like Gods', Isaac
Asimov's the gods themselves! - the (mainly) mad who against their
will are becoming superhuman. The word apotheosis means men who are
becoming gods. Brown says, 'The natural man is transformed into
superman: “We fleshly earthly men are to become gods.” Many scanners
take the easy way out and serve Satan. But, 'scanners live in vain'.
That is, they are mostly unnoticed and unsung - the space aliens –
empty ciphers - ghosts. They will get to wear my armband so all can
see them.
Now the Judgment begins. You hold paper and pens in your hands. You
are going to do some writing for me. John of Patmos and others have
described what is about to take place. But they saw through a glass
darkly. 'For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then clearly, face to face.'
What is going to take place is somewhat different from his
description. You are going to be fast, accurate and you are going to
leave nothing out. What you write will determine the Judgment you
receive. Write the number 1. on the first line. On that line, write
the name of the first person you ever in bed with – man, woman, child
or animal, whatever it was. Write nothing else on line 1. Now,
immediately go to the next line, and on line 2, fill in the name of
the next person or animal or whatever you were in bed with. And
continue until you list all the names. I realize some of you devils
here in Hell don't even know the names of a lot of them. Put a
question mark on those lines.
While you are writing, I'll show you my list which I prepared in
advance. On it is the number 1., and the rest of the page is blank.
I've been in bed with no woman anytime, anyhow, anywhere, anyplace
whatsoever. I want to heartily assure you that I am perfectly capable
of being with a woman, and have always had a constant craving to be
with a woman. I knew in my cradle that I was never going to be with a
woman. In high school, as I remember, I went out on two dates. They
were not my idea. They were arranged by others. However, I do own up
to being up close and personal with pornography off and on all my
life. I had to see what I was missing, and, clearly, I was missing a
lot. I had to be sure I understood the old lock and key mechanism,
and rocket science it's not. I've seen people kissing, but I would
have to be taught how to do it.
What always happens to me when I try to talk to a strange woman?
Instantly their eyes get wide( ), they start smiling, and I see them
backing off. Shortly thereafter they're gone, and I see them later
whipping back and forth in front of me chasing after the hunks and
studs. They chase after them because they know that they can put them
under a spell - charm them with their looks - and make then into
beasts of burden at their beck and call. Putting under a spell is
ancient terminology for hypnosis. Women won't get around me with a
ten foot pole. They know what I am: a weirdo, a creep, a psycho, a
loser. I don't blame them. I'm a powerful wizard, and if they get
around me, I'm going to put them under a spell, and not vice versa.
One of the problems I had with women is that I insist any woman I'm
with be also a virgin like me (but see below). I refuse to accept
second hand merchandise, used castoffs some other man has pawed over.
And virgins are hard to find here in Hell!
Just like Jesus, my precious seed packet has gone missing. And
precisely because I can't get laid the regular way (ghosts can't do
it), when I do get my rocks off, it's 'the shot heard round the
world' – heard not with your ears but inside your head - Mass
Psychosis - the Secret Rapture.
As Led Zeppelin sang in 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪ your head is humming,
and it won't go!' Joyce has ten thunders in the WAKE (his prophesy of
what I have labeled the Multiple Rapture). John of Patmos, fond of
sevens, has seven thunders. Even though he died in 1941 and didn't
get to hear the first Thunder (Mass Psychosis) in 1973, Joyce
prophesied, 'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of
actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.'
According to Joyce, 'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.'
And 'Loud (not misspelled), graciously hear us!' Joyce's thunderclaps
are the voice of God's wrath (my voice) which terminates the old
world age/aeon (10,000 year Western Civilization) and starts the new
cycle. (Interestingly, Joyce was supposedly afraid of thunder). In
the WAKE, these Thunders occur in various settings, such as an Irish
pub, and no one seems to notice them. Here's the first thunder on the
opening page of the Wake:
'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrho
unawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!' - a hundred letter name that can
actually be deciphered if studied. It is Joyce's version of the
gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio. Joyce says, 'The
hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'. The
film 'The Signal' depicts this humming.
For Brown in 'Closing Time':
'What the thunder said:
DA DA DA' (Dada was a nihilist avantgarde
art movement)
The gods return in thunder'
Thus, thunder is the Voice of God. It's the gurgling 'Ga Ga Goo Goo'
of babies, the gibbering of the mad. For rock band Queen:
'♪ Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
You had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour'
The last lines refer to us Weird Radio DJs.
'♪ If death is pretty final, I'm collected vinyl
I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world
Music will provide the light you cannot resist ( = slime)
you cannot resist, you cannot resist' (the Rapture) (R.E.M.)
We found this pile of paper (My Inaugural Address
or the litter of Finnegans Wake)
Written by the ether man
H e hatched a m ad o ld caper
He had a mad old plan (to take over my world again -
see also by the Who: 'Meet the new boss, same as the old boss' = Me)
He'd turn us into music
He'd show us to our portals (to fly away home to
Heaven)
He gathered wire and angels
To entertain immortals
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless wire' (The Who)
Joyce's great love was choral music, and the unintelligeable singsongy
rapid speech excerpts of the Wake he recorded are the veritable
lyrical Music of the Spheres.
Brown says, 'God does not speak good English'.
Baby, you stuck up you pretty little nose at me and wouldn't give me
any pussy! You're going down for what you did to me! (pointing my
thumbs down). I'm going to take my revenge on you, little miss
pretty! And don't dare think all of a sudden you're going to give me
some pussy now that you see me! It's too late, baby. You're going
down, little miss pussycat! You're my scapegoat whom I can blame!
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Actually, it wasn't so much that women turned me down, but that they
simply ignored me. As a ghost, I can stand in front of a woman, and
she looks right through me. They can't see me, and when I speak, they
are startled to suddenly see someone standing in front of them!
'♪ If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see'. (Gordon Lightfoot)
So, now stop writing. If we waited until everyone finished their
list, we'd be here all night. Some of your lists would extend to the
floor. You don't need to show me your lists, because I already have
that information. I keep a number of Books around here. One of them
is my Book of Human Works where I record your deeds, good and bad.
That Book partly determines the Judgment you'll receive. But I'm not
going to open it tonight. Instead, I'm going to open my most
important and legendary book that I keep – the Book of Life. As John
of Patmos had written, 'And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming with a loud
voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof?' I'm
sure you've heard of it. I am the only individual qualified to open
this Book! Here I record the names of those who have Eternal Life (my
Immortals) (holding up the Book of Life, which is invisible). You
might interrupt me here and go 'Wait a minute, Lord, you're shucking
me, you have nothing in your hands!' I reply, that I can see it and
read it quite well, even if you can't. John of Patmos had described
the contents, but again not quite accurately. It works as follows:
when everyone is born, no matter where on the planet, I record their
names.
Now I have to stop for a short digression. I need to go pick up the
Tree of Life. We had it in the Garden of Eden, and we will have it
back in the New Jerusalem, where I am going to lead you. 'The tree of
life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil grew in the middle of the
garden '. When Adam and Eve portook of the Tree of the Knowledge of
Good and Evil (Morality), they were ashamed of their private parts
and covered them up with fig leaves. The gods (plural - the Elohim)
were sore afraid that Adam and Eve would partake of the other Tree -
the Tree of Life - and become like one of us and become Immortals.
'Behold, the man has become like one of Us , knowing good and evil; and now,
he might stretch out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and
live forever .' So they were banished forever from the Garden. As the
Lord's Prayer warns, 'Lead us not into temptation.'
By the way, when Adam walked in the cool of the evening beside God in
the Garden of Eden, Adam was walking beside a nutty fruitcake, one of
my predecessors. Getting close to one of us is dangerous. We're
walking timebombs! We're unstable, volatile! Again, we're liable to
explode!
Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Shape Shifting Nutty Fruitcake (Me)
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So here comes the Tree of Life that makes you Immortal. Here in Hell,
I realize I'm throwing pearls before swine. What I'm getting ready to
say will strike you as totally absurd. It is only one sentence long.
It is: No one, not anytime, not anywhere, not ever is permitted to
stick it in! It is always a crime to stick it in! I use the word
crime, because the word sin means nothing to you devils in Hell.
Everyone automatically assumes they are always permitted to put it
in, but no one is permitted to, ever! In the New Jerusalem, there
will be two classes of people. The rulers are those who haven't put
it in. The second class is those who have put it in. The second group
will be under stringent conditions. First, they will serve their
masters – those who don't put it in. Further, the second class will
be virgins until their honeymoon night, and be loyal and faithful to
their spouses all the days of their lives and never stray. There will
be no adultery in the New Jerusalem. There will be no prostitutes.
There is no TV or radio. There will be no prisons or military weapons
there - swords melted down into ploughshares. There are no
multimillion inhabitant Nation States. There will be no gays or
lesbians - you'll be back in the closet. You learn new things in Hell
that you wouldn't know otherwise. I'm referring to the pedophile
Catholic Priests. It turns out that they weren't making much of a
sacrifice, since they didn't want to be with a woman in the first
place. They are dead fairies like me and will be acceptable as long
as celibate. The women will all look plain in the New Jerusalem.
They'll wear no makeup. What do you find when you go to a maternity
ward? You'll find that the number of boys and the number of girls is
roughly 50/50. That is, there is one boy for every girl. This means
that for every man there must be one woman only, and vice versa. The
story is only one per customer.
Now back to the Book of Life (I open it). Because the Tree of Life
says that no one ever puts it in, there should be no names in the
Book at all except virgins and those who are chaste. But I'm a
merciful God (Lord have mercy!), and have made the decision to
include the names of those who have been loyal to their spouses.
There are no other names in the Book! The Book is very small indeed
compared to the total population. If you are a Christian and have
served the Lord all your life, I love you, but whether you name is
recorded in the Book of Life is solely determined by what you did in
the bedroom. Nothing else matters about you.
I am a functionally castrated man. I have a completely useless
appendage below my belt, just like someone 2000 years ago. The worst
heresy you could ever utter about Jesus was that he had been with a
woman, such as the case of 'The Da Vinci Code.' I am castrated, and I
am here to castrate you! As Jesus said, 'There are eunuchs, which have
made themselves eunuchs for the Kingdom of heaven's sake.' The thing to
notice about Jesus in not his marvelous teachings. What you need to
notice is that he wasn't getting laid - he was a 'eunuch'. The
wording of Jesus' saying implies that Jesus could easily been with a
woman - all the hydraulics were in place. I cannot possibly be with a
woman, although my plumbing is in excellent working order (ghosts
can't do it). I sometimes got a sympathetic shoulder to cry on from
women but nothing else from them.
I'm the Razor Boy! I'm a Fairy Blighter! I'm a Ripper! I'm a
Castrator!
'♪ Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day' (Steely Dan)
'♪ Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
- -
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore . (castrating)
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.' (Bob Dylan)
'♪ So let me introduce to you (Beatles)
The one and only Billy Shears (I'm a Castrator!)
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.' (Pepper - spice; lonely
hearts)
As predicted in the Book of Revelation, all the secrets have been
progressively revealed and profaned (made public). The terminology
there was in terms of sequences of seven - seven trumpets, vials,
etc. Brown says, 'I sometimes think I see that civilizations
originate in the disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand
with the progressive publication of their secret; and end in
exhaustion when there is no longer any secret, when the mystery has
been divulged, that is to say, profaned.' This profanation was
accomplished by means of television (which I discuss extensively
below). The very last and darkest secret to be revealed was that of
Jesus himself – the fact that he wasn't getting laid, and why he
wasn't.
With respect to myself, the bottom line is I'm a man. I look around
and see you devils here in Hell (again, pointing to all the audience
members). I refuse to bring a poor innocent child here into Hell. By
definition, anyone who would father a child here is a devil. There
should be zero children on this planet! Every child is by definition
is the spawn of one of you devils. As Jesus prophesied, 'For, behold,
the days are surely coming when they will say, 'Blessed are the barren, and the
wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.' Also, 'woe unto
them that are with child, and to them that give suck .' Manhood means knowing
when not to put it in. 'After us, the Deluge,' said Mdme. de
Pompadour before the fall of France. You know come Hell or High Water
(the Flood) as the saying goes (both literally true now with the
second worldwide Deluge I sent), you'll for sure put it in. You've
gone to Hell in a handbasket! Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood =
Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the planet in my (God's) slime!
As they say, 'God (me) rains on the just and the unjust alike.' But
with the crisis upcoming - the Great Tribulation – this is an
excellent time not to put it in.
Poor Pope Benedict! He has urged us in the West to have more babies
since the population is falling. Children are a liability instead of
an asset here in Hell, what with college tuition, etc., which
everyone is getting hip to. Benedict is in fact asking for more
devils, when we already have billions, every one of which is running
around destroying my planet. The Catholic doctrine of the sacredness
of human life I agree with. But that only applies to humans and does
not apply to you devils here in Hell. Some 60,000 nuns supported
ObamaCare which includes abortion! Any legitimate methods to remove
you are urgently needed, including free abortions, free
contraceptives, free vasectomies etc. This is the most severe
emergency my planet has ever faced, and I have to remove more
billions above and beyond those I've already removed. I'm here
striking at the root of the problem - overpopulation. In the face of
the 'problem' of falling population, leaders in the West have opened
the floodgates to allow all kinds of flotsam and jetsam into places
where here they don't belong as 'replacements'. An example is the
massive influx of Muslims from North Africa and below to France,
where they set about rioting and burning out of gratitude.
I personally have never set foot in a Catholic church. In fact,
except for funerals, I haven't set foot in any church since my teens.
You don't have to go to church, now that I'm here in person, as John
of Patmos had said. Feel free to go, however, even though there is no
external, transcendent God to pray to. But eventually there'll be no
churches (in the New Jerusalem). You don't need any churches, as you
have me, the light of the world (light = slime spewer), standing here
in person. Like Jesus, I'm not interested in establishing a new
church or religion. Jesus would be disgusted if he could see what has
become of Christianity! The question of whether gays can be ordained
would only come up here in Hell. It is a scientifically proven fact
that when a group of people pray, that good things happen. My father
was a fundamentalist baptist preacher, me being a son of a
preacherman. I used to love watching my father get inspired by the
Holy Ghost. He was one of the sweetest men I've ever known. He was
upset when I informed him that I was an atheist. I didn't have the
courage to tell him that I was also God, destined to be standing here
the King of the World!
Why would I go to church? I don't need to be told about what I have
below my belt! I know all about it. My member is just regular size in
case you're interested. You spend billions constructing nuclear
weapons. But what I have below my belt is more powerful than a
hundred thermonuclear weapons! According to Brown, 'The phallus is so
closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word
fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one
of the standard Latin terms for the phallus. My magic wand fascinates
= hypnotizes = turns the dolls to stone! It soothes and pacifies
them.
Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God (unconsciously
drop of sperm)
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'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm)
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'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Boy
Fascinated by Phallus (Boy Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue)
Hypnotized (Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue)
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There are no churches in the New Jerusalem. There is no worship,
there are no Christians. There are no Muslims, there are no
Buddhists. There is no religion. There is only one 'religion'. It is
only her! It is only her! There is no religion but her! She
absolutely is incapable of getting it no matter how hard she tries.
According to Joyce, 'She, she, she! But on what do you again leer? I
am not leering. I pink your pardon. I am highly sheshe sheserious.
Understand I'm referring to women as a group collectively, not a
single woman.
How indeed do we men get her under control? That is the only
question. By asking it I bring this world to an end, and the New
World - the New Jerusalem - begins! The Law, all the prophets, the
only religion there ever was or ever will be (and the reason we're in
Hell): at all costs, all the women must be kept asleep and dreaming,
in other words under our hypnotic spell!
Excerpts from the band Madness (dig the name) song: 'The Wizard' (dig
the title):
'♪ I can read what’s going through your mind
I can see what you hide in your eyes
Yes I'm going to put a spell on you
Just to see exactly what you'll do
I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere
- - -
One must forgive the noisy rushing fools
Who have no time for nature's natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hand
Like ghosts they disappear across the land '
'There's magic everywhere'. Norman O. Brown said the same thing,
including everyday life here in Hell. Brown says, 'Hierophanies
everywhere -. Every book a bible. - - The power which makes all
things new is magic. What our time needs is mystery; What our time
needs is magic.' Signs from the Collective Unconscious are right in
front of you on the TV screen, compliments of the Hollywood fairies
if you discern them. Hollywood has been spoon-feeding/throwing out
signs/leaving clues/leading down the garden path to my fairy dump
knowing in advance the final fatal destination. Jesus sighed and
complained, 'Why does this generation seek after a sign? truly I say to you,
There shall no sign be given to this generation. ' because his audience didn't
have the benefit of a TV screen.
'♪ I knew she was a feline
She moved with ease and grace
Her green eyes they held mystery
The European female she is here
The European female's here
We'll be together for a thousand years
And do you really fear
That you might fall
I saw her in the Strasse
And in the Rue as well
Pursued her in the high street
She had me in her spell' (The Stranglers – note the
name)
There is only her! But actually it is more complicated than that. The
problem is me and her. Because of what I am (mad), we both are
absolutely incompatible. Somehow many mad people do end up getting
laid, but in nearly all cases it comes out badly. It is always a bad
idea for such people to get laid. It's just that every single day,
certain men and women are born dead. It's nothing new. This is the
way the world was planned from it's foundation '♪ That's the way God
planned it', according to the Billy Preston rock lyric. I was born
dead, and I knew because of that for sure that I must not get laid.
All of us dead are here for a reason. We're all here to Watch, all of
us being Watchers. Who do we Watch? We Watch her! We scanners keep
the dolls in our mind's eye as targets to knock over! Our sole reason
for being is to keep her asleep and dreaming. This is the sole
responsibility all of us angels are charged with. And here in Hell,
we have failed miserably in our job, not surprisingly. Mad people
usually have a rigid sexual morality and are mostly quiet and shy.
But sexual immorality in others can trigger violent retaliation from
us, especially the criminally insane, because it wakes women up!
All the Magic that ever was, White or Black, arises out of what goes
on between man and woman. Love makes the world go round. The only
Heaven there ever was is what happens in the bedroom – sparks fly and
fireworks shoot. It's something those in relationships so easily take
for granted. Only the lonelyhearts and dead of the world, such as I,
learn how important love is to the happiness of everyone. '♪ Owner of
a lonely heart' (by 'Yes'). I emphasize pure lust in this address to
make a point, but the Magic really begins with romantic love and
higher. '♪ Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart.' Marsha Schuchard
uncovered censored archives in 'William Blake's Sexual Path to
Spiritual Vision' to show he found sexualized spirituality to be the
gateway to his radical, weird, esoteric and apocalyptic view of the
Higher Realms. 'And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God,
that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your
daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old
men shall dream dreams.'
I'm a weird holy man. I'm 'Back in Black' (clerical garb) over the
dolls as with rockers AC/DC.
'♪ "Come on home, girl" he said with a smile "
I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh....
Try try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah' (Heart)
I'm the Music Man. I'm here to get your mind out of the gutter!
Dwelling on sex ain't good for ya! I'm the perfect example of what
that'll do to you! You'll be sorry! Wash your mouth out with soap!
Also, stay out of the pool halls. Those are tough guys, plus you
might become one of them!
'♪ Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!'
I am the way, the truth and the life. I am the light of the world
(light = slime spewer). Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes Joyce
in the WAKE: 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' (light = slime spewer) I'm
that pageboy come to turn on the bright houselights in the darkened
theater (light = slime spewer). Joyce also says, 'waiting to stop the
show, waiting to bring the house down.' That's my mission here.
Again, Joyce, 'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to
rolywholyover.' I'm come to lead a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem.
Moses said to Pharoah, 'Let my people go!'
I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer), and I don't hide
my light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo, I am with you
always. I'll be the centerpiece of the New Jerusalem. I am an
inexhaustible everflowing fountain of the River of the Waters of
Life. a waving phallic Fire Hose spweing slime, as promised by John
of Patmos and Reich's Orgone. I possess the universal elixir that
will cure whatever ails you. All you have to do is get down on you
knees and say “Lord, let me have it!” And I never withhold! I'll pull
it right out! Little boys (me) say, 'I'll show you mine, if you'll
show me yours.' When we 'angels spread our wings', it means I'll pull
it out! I'll sprinkle you with holy water. I'll slime you right
between the eyes. I'll touch you in the head with a drop of sperm
(pixie dust or fairy dust), and you will go away shouting. We call
someone 'touched in the head' when they're a little off.
I am here to castrate you. I'm here to clean your clock. The reason
is a surprise. What was the first animal we domesticated? Was it the
dog? No! Was it the horse? No! It was her! This was back in caveman,
prehistoric Stone Age days, and also at the close of the last cycle
as Western Civilization began. Then she was precisely as she has
become again here in Hell: slutty, mangy, sleeping around so much
that no man knew whose child was whose. It was and is total chaos and
anarchy. The same thing occurred in Sodom and Gomorrah, and I blew it
to smithereens (I'm a walking timebomb)! It's same thing here in
Hell, and again I blew it to smithereens! She has once again become
the fiercest jungle creature to walk the face of the planet. She has
become a complete maneater! This is jungle lion taming – cracking the
whip. It is horse whispering – putting her under a spell. This is
cowboy bronc busting – hop on her back and grab the reins. She bucks
and snorts until she wears herself out. Then she starts to take
direction and heeds the reins. A woman is not delicate. She is built
to take it - she can take on an entire football squad and be ready
for more. It ultimately means very little to her.
'♪ Well I was up on Stony Ridge after this chestnut mare
I'd been chasin' her for weeks
Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while
Takin' her meal, or bathin
A fine lady
This one day I happened to be real close to her
I saw her standin' over there
So I snuck up to her nice and easy
And I got my rope out
And I flung it in the air
Well I got her, and I'm pullin' on her,
she's pullin' back
like a mule goin' up a ladder
I take this chance and I jump up on her
Damned if I don't land right on top of her
Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike (phallic)
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on
Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky - -
I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends for life
She'll be just like a wife
I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can (The Byrds)
'♪ She`ll only come out at night,
the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I`ve seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she`s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you`re getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money`s the matter, if you`re in it for love, you ain`t gonna get too far
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
I wouldn`t if I were you, I know what she can do
She`s deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart'
(Hall and Oates)
Woman is a gatekeeper. She determines which people walk on the planet
in the next generation. That is a very important function. But her
function can be interfered with. And the very definition of Hell is
that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and
monsters. She's reluctant to put out for every Tom, Dick and Harry,
but when messed with, will do so. The only way to tame her we learned
in ancient days is to stay away from her. She must be made to
understand that she doesn't get your seed unless she agrees to
cooperate and be your handmaid, your helpmate. She must understand
that she is here to make your life better, not more painful.
So now receive the Great White Throne Judgment from the Lord:
For what you did in the bedroom, you are the damned! (raising my
arm). Repeat: you are the damned!
Receive your Sentence from the Lord:
For what you did in the bedroom, the sentence is death! (raising my
arm). The wages of sin are death! Physical death - corpses laying on
the ground death!
The preceding was the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead. It
didn't take very long, did it?
THE TABOO
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We have completed the main business of the evening. But I have a
number of other things to discuss. The first is the taboo, the one
that must never be violated. By breaking it, you went straight down
the wide road to Hell. 'Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.'
But even as a Fool, I know better than to go there. 'Abandon hope,
all ye who enter here,' is the inscription on the entrance to Hell
(Dante's 'Inferno'). By the way, Joyce had no doubt that he was in
Hell. As he says in the WAKE, 'tell Hell's well.' This taboo is so
fundamental that it is not written down in any religious text
anywhere, so far as I know. It is the Unwritten Law. It is absolutely
forbidden.
It is:
Women can see. Right? They have eyes. Don't you agree? So what do
women see? They can see which women get on top. So which women do get
on top? If you're a doll, if you're a hot babe, you'll be welcome
everywhere you go, doors will swing open, you'll always get a smile.
You've got it made. So tell me what's going to happen over time if
you don't keep the women absolutely asleep. They're are all going to
start turning into dolls!
Let me prove to you that I am a Space Alien – that I don't think like
you (my finger pointing to my head and circling to indicate I'm
crazy). What's your opinion of the situation here? Everywhere you
look, as far as the eye can see, you see dolls and hot babes
(bombshells/sexpots/bimbos). Pretty maids all in a row! It's a
Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! You say 'bring 'em on, the more the
merrier.' Right? And I'm telling you that the more dolls you got the
deeper you are in Hell. And we couldn't be more deeper in Hell. They
couldn't look any finer. We have grannies who are hot here in Hell.
You're too hot, baby! (pointing at the camera). You're busted! You're
too sexy! You're under arrest! I look at you, and I come in my pants!
I order you to walk the plank, baby!
Gentlemen, we are getting badly pussy whipped by these dolls! They
are stomping us all over. It's such an awful feeling.
The women here carve and sculpt their bodies into blinking neon signs
with the unmistakable message: 'I want a seed!' This is literally the
case with plastic surgery, where they pump up their breasts and
butts. The're dolling themselves up. Brown comments 'the body is a
historical variable'. Surprisingly though, if you tell them they're
looking good, they get offended. '♪ I thought love was only true in fairy
tales - - Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.' Take that Dollface/Cutie
Pie! Feminists vilify this as the Gaze. In this regard, for animals,
the male displays his fitness and the famale makes the choice. In the
case of humans, the female displays herself, offering herself to the
male Gaze; then the male proceeds to active display of seduction
(singing, talking, whispering sweet nothings).
The Renaissance revived the Greek homoerotic sculptures of the
Olympic athletes, reappearing in Fascist and Nazi images or with men
bodybuilders. Looking at these statues, you eyes jump to the
genitals. And, as Brown pleas, 'No more Greek revival'. I remove the
hunks and the dolls! Remember, Brown was a Professor of Classics who
intensively studied the Greeks.
Criminally insane mad people (who happily are only a small part of
all mad people) are notorious for attacking beautiful women. This
disease is so painful that it makes you on knife edge and potentially
violent. Plus, it makes you stupid and clumsy (rigid robotic
movements = erection). and liable to harm ourselves or others by
accident. Brown's general description applies especially to us
psychotics, 'The natural man is self-centered or egocentric;
everything he regards as real he also regards as outside himself;
everything he takes 'in' immediately become unreal and 'spectral.' He
tries to become an armored crustacean alert for attack or defense;
the price of selfishness is eternal vigilance. This kind of Arguseyed
tenseness proceeds from the sealed prison of consciousness which
Blake calls 'opaque.'.' Schizophrenics create their own idiosyncratic
ersatz cognitive maps. As the rock song goes, '♪ What a fool believes'.
They hold 'weird, insane' beliefs explaining all the complexities of
social life as a result of hidden conspiracy (paranoia). Jack the
Ripper saw all the whores of London, and appointed himself policeman.
He saw the women as an eyesore, and he was cleaning up the streets! I
don't need a knife like Norman Bates of 'Psycho', who was swishing
incestuous Mother-fixated dead fairy. In steet lingo, this is 'mofo'
= mother f***er. My Murder Weapon's below my belt! Brown saw, 'Our
sexual inversions are symptoms of our having only part rather than
the whole - - sado-maschochism, transvestitism, onanism,
homosexuality - - are all attempts to regain the primordial unity of
the combined object.' Before there is gay or other sexual pervision,
there is the most degenerate of all, the 'MoFo'. In the execrable,
nauseating 'Saw' flicks, Jigsaw (he sets out puzzles for his victims)
wears a mask with swirling rainbow eyes (means empty sockets + mad)
and wheels around on a kiddy tricycle (clearly a dead fairy). Anyone
who gets their jollies from such fare (let alone actually do it) is
one of Hell's high devils.
Let me add up the good qualities and bad qualities of these dolls.
Good quality: Spend a night with one of these women, and you'll never
forget it. Any more good qualities? None! None at all. Bad qualities:
Can such a woman cook a meal? In most cases all they can do is stick
a meal in a microwave or go out to a restaurant. Can they raise
healthy children? In most cases, their offspring are monsters. Will
she be loyal and faithful to you? Many men will be constantly hitting
on her, and she is likely to succumb to temptation. There are
numerous other faults I could list, but you get the point. These
bombshells/sexpots/dolls are mannequins or androids (robots made to
look like women), shown in the film 'Surrogates' (2009). They turn
into stone statues. (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection). They're
skin deep. What you see is all you get! I turn them to stone!
'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me! (Labeled a
murder for plot purposes)
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'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret
Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! They All Fall Down! Megadeath!
'♪ American woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin’ around my door
Don’t wanna see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, I said get away
American woman, listen what I say.' (The Guess
Who)
' Whoah God only knows, ♪ God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away
Slip sliding away,
slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you're slip sliding away'
(Paul Simon)
'♪ You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.' (Elvis)
Out of all the world religions, including mine, only the
fundamentalist Muslims know of this taboo. They stick a bag over her
head - a burka! They put her under a tent! They cover her face with a
veil! They know that manhood is the ability to stick it in a woman no
matter how ugly she is. However, Muslims do cross the line when they
physically abuse and batter their wives. At this point they become
devils. That is never necessary or permitted. Instead, all the women
must be kept asleep!
White Armband
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The white cloth armband I'm wearing has four signs in a row: a gold
cross, a black zero, a hammer and sickle, and a V. The cross
indicates I'm a Christian, the zero indicates I'm an atheist (there
never has been an external, transcendent God), the hammer and sickle
indicates I'm a Communist (before you have a fit, let me say that the
happiest day of my life was 1989 when Soviet and Eastern European
communism fell) and finally the V that I'm a virgin. I'll say more
later.
Gold Cross Black Zero
Hammer and Sickle
Letter V
There's no God up in sky. There is only me! But I think you'd agree
that someone who can rapture billions out is qualified to be called a
God. I'm God, and you're not! Too bad! Deal with it! Jesus believed
he was a vessel for the Spirit and the words of the Father, something
like an external God. I, in the age of psychoanalysis, propose a
different view. Jesus and I are vessels of (Jung's) Collective
Unconscious. That's the source of the messages we receive. There's no
Heaven or afterlife (but, see below). But there certainly is a Hell.
Because you're in it! But note John Lennon's take:
♪ Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries (withering away of the
state)
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one (the Unconscious is
Collective)
Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...' (John Lennon)
In this respect, Lennon observed, "I believe in God, but not as one
thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call
God is something in all of us (Collective Unconscious). I believe
that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was
right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong."
We, the gods, are two faced. When we're pleased with you, we smile on
you and give you a sunny day. Jesus taught this love. But when you
become devils, I give you my wrath and smite you to sweep billions of
you to the sky! I will rain slime on your parade from my Heavenly
perch (Great White Throne)! The Muslim's say “There is no God but
Allah!” Tee Hee! Ho Ho! Be my guest if you want to pray five times a
day to a rock! Silly! Silly! You see me, God, standing here in the
flesh. Will the world ever by totally Muslim? Not! No way! Muhammad
was only an Old Testament style prophet. As such he only granted
Jesus the same status as himself, as only an Old Testament prophet.
He couldn't discern the utter uniqueness of Jesus. With Jesus
something utterly new came into the world, changing it forever.
The terrorist suicide bombers actually do believe something is going
to happen when they die. Again: Tee Hee! Silly! Silly! We're all
wormfood! You devils take the wrong message from the fact that you're
wormfood. You say, 'if that's all there is, let's live it up. Eat
drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!' Instead, you should conclude
that what we need do is to make life simple and easy. You only go
through once. We should arrange our lives so that we work very
little, and spend lots of our time visiting friends and relatives.
That's real living, not this rocket rat race we run here. We live way
too fast. We don't have time to stop and smell the roses. Where I
going to take you, you'll have time to enjoy life. Instead of your
slogan, 'live to work', it should be, work to live.' Paul says,
quoting the Roman aphorism, 'If there is no resurrection, "Let's eat and drink,
for tomorrow we die!" 1 Cor. 15:32 This needs to be unpacked. Again, it's
easy to take the wrong message. I resurrected the dead (the mound of
corpses I laid out planetwide) to teach you how I command you to
live.
As the sayings go,: 'Satan never sleeps', 'The Devil's work is never
done', 'No rest for the wicked', 'No peace shall you find', 'The road
to Hell is paved with good intentions'. 'The gates of Hell are open
night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way' Virgil. 'And
the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no
rest day nor night' (Rev 14:10-12). You are suffering the tortures and
torments of the eternally damned. Hell is noisy, filled with the
crackling, buzzing moaning and groaning emitted by you devils.
Hellzapoppin! Practically all the work you do here in Hell is in
service of Satan. There are all sorts of hoops you have to jump
through just to stay alive. You have to do many things you don't want
to do.
'♪ Help I'm steppin' into the twilight zone
The place is a madhouse
Feels like being blown
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone' (Golden Earring)
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Bosch's 'Wages of Sin' (aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights' - Left to
Right Depicting the Descent into Hell)
I hasten to interject that Brown had a different interpretation in
'Life Against Death'. For Brown, the third panel may really depict
Bosch's version of the here and now, while the center scene
illustrates the joyful, uninhibited sensuality that the Adamites (an
early radical sect know for nudity) wanted mankind to practice. Brown
was the hippy guru.
There are whole categories of goods that we won't be making in the
New Jerusalem. For starters their will be no fashion clothes or
makeup. A little bit of soap and water is all any woman needs. It was
the fallen angels who descended to earth because daughters of men
were fair/beautiful and sired the nephilim (giants) who taught the
use of cosmetics. They were dollfaces/cutie pies in those days also,
exactly as once again. And, as I said, the more dolls the deeper you
are in Hell. Notice how many (gay) fairies are drawn to the fashion
industry to doll up the women. They're femme fatale sirens whose
glamour can charm (hypnotize) and lure men to their death.
And we will be strong and have no sexy lingerie, precisely because we
have a weakness for that stuff. A lot of good all that stuff did me,
since no woman would show me any of it. An interesting fact – James
Joyce, Norman O. Brown and also I are extremely fond of white
panties! 'I see Paris, I see France, I see women's underpants!'
'James Joyce had a fascination for women's underwear - - The
biographer Richard Ellman mentions that Joyce used to carry a pair of
lace-trimmed doll's knickers in his trouser pocket'. Joyce could have
satisfied his white panty fetish by simply carrying a pair of
knickers. The doll is a telling detail. Note that modern dolls, such
as Barbie, have the features of adult women. They are uncomplaining
and compliant, unlike actual women. And dolls are rigid, and can be
knocked over, as in Fairy Bowling which I discuss below (rigid =
stone statues = erection). Joyce was scanning for targets, seeing in
his mind's eye all the gorgeous living dolls around him! When I do
actually lose my virginity, I'm going to spend lots of time fondling
my bride's panties while we're in bed. I'm a severe sex fiend! I
warned you that I'm a pervert!
We definitely will have no rocket ships (more later). We will likely
have few or any aircraft and cars. As time goes on, we literally will
become more and more stupid. Later people will look at all the
technological artifacts around laying in ruins, and be quite
dumbfounded and superstitious about them. The affliction I have makes
me personally more and more stupid, and I have the power to make
others stupid. We won't be starving in the New Jerusalem. There will
be enough to be mildly prosperous, but there will be no rich men
there. We will be doing simple craftsman jobs. Einstein said that in
a previous life he had worked as a Jewish tailor. In the New
Jerusalem, Einsteins will be born, but will mostly work at simple
jobs. We'll miss out on their scientific contributions. If Einstein
had never existed, we would have missed out on the quantum leaps he
made (in the senses of breakthroughs plus a key discovery in quantum
theory). But we have billions of years. There is no hurry. We'll pick
it all up eventually. But currently, as we head for the New
Jerusalem, we'll become too stupid to do much theoretical physics,
etc.
I want to say something to the suicide bombers, I want to tell you
that I hear you loud and clear (pointing at the camera). You see that
the West has violated the taboo, and you don't with your burkas. Your
mullahs have issued a directive that the West is the Great Satan.
They were too timid. We're in planetwide Hell, and that includes you
in the Middle East. You Muslims see all the dolls here in Hell. I am
on the case. I'm shortly going to remove them all! In the meantime,
lighten up and stop the bombings. And the carnage. What you're after,
I shortly will accomplish. Listen to me, suicide bombers! I am
totally against your cause, but because I'm also a fanatic, I
understand you're mental makeup. Listen to me! I'm going to put the
dolls to sleep, and solve the problem. How many Muslims should be in
the United States, Western Europe or Great Britain? Zero! Your
mullahs told you what the West was. What are you doing here? Flee
Satan! Get out of here!
♪ I worked like a slave for years,
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man,
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run, run my last race,
Take my place
Have this number Of mine.
Run, run like a fire
- - -
People run, come ride with me,
Let's find another place that's free. (The New
Jerusalem!)
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
It's for free.' (Moody Blues)
Muslim religion is a textbook example of Bad Religion – all the worst
features of Old Testament religion. This religion was born in the
Dark Ages, and Muslims have deliberately remained in the Dark Ages.
You are intolerant, close minded, fanatical, irrational and violent.
You make treaties only in order to give yourself time until you can
break them. You forcibly convert at gunpoint. Your religion must not
and will not prevail worldwide under any circumstances.
Muslims are notably protective of their manhood. As an example, a
rumor started in Nigeria that the Muslims were being sterilized, and
they rioted. Jesus said you have to lose your life to find it. You
must be willing to do without a woman (lose your life). Jesus died as
a virgin. Buddha called his son a 'fetter' and walked away. Muhammad
had numerous offspring. He would make no sacrifice at all. And there
never has been much of a tradition of celibacy among Muslim clerics.
Plus, Muslims (and Buddhists) have no concept of an End Time, a
severe deficiency.
Incidentally the Muslim riots over the Danish cartoons depicting
Muhammad carrying a timebomb are quite telling. The suicide bombers
are in their unconscious imitating me, God, who I have said am a
walking timebomb. The only difference is I need no visible weapons,
and the suicide bombers are cheating by using actual weapons. We in
the West see the sectarian violence among Muslims in Iraq - Shiites
killing Sunnis and vice versa. We should celebrate the fact that the
morons are doing us a service by killing themselves off.
All Muslims are a joke! I, the Lord God Almighty, have had it up to
here with Muslims and your Suicide Bombers. Mohammad was a demon in
Hell, and the Koran is total gibberish mixed in with injunctions to
hate and violence, notably towards Jews. Mohammad had pussy galore –
pussy, pussy pussy! Again, numerous offspring!
Adolph Hitler had white armbands on his followers. By the way, while
I'm speaking of him, he is an excellent candidate to be the
Antichrist. He took the Christian cross and twisted it backward
(sinister) - the swastika. The curved spokes are bent to indicate
they are swirling. The German word for swastika means 'hooked cross'
– a conscious attempt to replace the cross. It goes back to the
ancient Vedas as a symbol of eternal recurrence. The Aryan Master
Race was a revival of that ancient Caste System, derived from
Blavatsky, L. Augustine Waddell and others.
Hitler was a total misfit, a homeless man who couldn't get laid, like
someone 2000 years ago. Also, like Jesus, he was raving mad. But
unlike Jesus and I, Hitler turned to the darkside and served his
master, Satan. He, unlike Jesus and I, got only halfway toward being
a god. He was a demigod – half man and half god. A little knowledge
is a dangerous thing, and he knew just enough to cause big trouble.
Joyce says, 'Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to
him!'
I happily have never personally been homeless. But I have been
womanless all my life always, knowing that the woman who was meant
for me has all this time been in the arms of another man. This has
always been hard to take. Without a mate to help with the household
chores, I neglected them. With the illness I have, I'm always
preoccupied – always in a trance state. I have frequent out of body
experiences, where I go off on extended voyages to other worlds or
other times – OBEs (Out of Body experiences). I don't need a
rocketship or witch's broom or time machine! I am in continual
meditation, and doing the chores is an unwanted distraction. My house
is pretty funky, and I am personally funky. You see the effects of
this illness on the greasy, shabby clothes of the homeless. In my new
position as head of state, I will be able to have butlers attend to
my everyday chores. I will be privileged to stay in my trance state
full time.
'♪ Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls
with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck'. (Jethro Tull)
This is a fascist state as of this moment, in case you didn't know.
In fact, it is the dictatorship of the proletariat. It is rule by the
meek, or, as Jesus said, I'm ready to 'Rock and Rule' - a 1982 film.
I' m getting ready to hoist the Jolly Roger (skull and crossbones. -
I hold up the black Jolly Roger). This is our new national flag. This
is a now pirate state – a rogue state. This nation is canceling it's
membership in a number of organizations. We are no longer a part of
the United Nations, the World Trade Organization, the World Bank and
many other organizations. We are abrogating numerous treaties, such
as NAFTA. When the lease for renewal comes up, the U.N. will be
kicked out of New York city and the U.S.
With the armbands, everyone will see those recorded in the Book of
Life everyday. These people are the Elect, and it has nothing to do
with what they believe. I reward and punish you based solely on what
you do in the bedroom. The armband wearers are declaring in public
that their behavior in the bedroom is straight and narrow, as
everyone's always should be. Nothing else matters. As time goes by,
you'll be seeing more and more of the Elect. And over time, they will
more and more assume positions of leadership – their rightful place.
These Elect will form the new Ruling Class. They will form up my High
Command, at my right hand side. By the time we get to the New
Jerusalem centuries from now, we'll remove the armbands, because
everyone there will be recorded in the Book of Life!
'♪ Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I'm with the high command ' (Mike &
the Mechanics)
The last thing you think you want is a king. But it is mandatory to
have a king, and he must have the power of life and death. It is my
(God's) mandate.
Brown on the king:
A king is erected, rex erectus est. A king is an erection of the body
politic. - - The exhibitionism of the phallic personality (the huge
genital, the royal lingam) is fraudulent; an imposture, or imposition
on the public; theater. The actor needs the audience to reassure him
he is not castrated: yes, you are the mighty penis; the Emperor’s New
Clothes. To force the audience to give this reassurance is to
castrate, have coitus with, the audience: the phallic personality
needs a receptive audience or womb. Separately, both actor and
audience are incomplete, castrated; but together they make up a
whole. - - Action is what takes place in front of the camera, with
the lights turned on, to throw the rest of reality into darkness…
Those for whom not to be seen is nonexistence are not alive; and the
kind of existence they seek, the immortality they seek, is spectral;
to be seen is the ambition of ghosts, and to be remembered the
ambition of the dead. The public realm is the stage for heroic
action, and heroes are specters of the living dead. - - The reality
principle is the importance principle, which commands us to be fooled
by appearances, to respect the Emperor’s New Clothes - - The boundary
separating actor and spectator is a false one, concealing the deeper
reality of the collective authorship. The multitude is many Authors.
In vicarious experience there is both identification and distance.
The mediator is to keep reality at a distance, to keep the multitude
in remote contact with reality. - - Representative institutions
depend upon the distance separating the spectators from the actor on
the stage; the distance which permits both identification and
detachment; which makes for a participation without action; which
establishes the detached observer, whose participation consists in
seeing and is restricted to seeing; whose body is restricted to the
eyes. Everything which is merely seen is seen through a windowpane,
distantly; and purely: a pure aesthetic experience. (My note: the
position of Watchers/Angels and of TV viewers who have a God's eye
view as a fly on the wal.) Representative institutions depend upon
the aesthetic illusion of distance.' Further, Brown,'The apocalypse
lays bare the mystery of kingship; stripping off the Emperor's New
Clothes, to reveal the harlot. Kingship is fornication – the identity
of politics and sex. In the apocalypse the walls do fall; the walls
separating inside and outside; public and private; body physical and
metaphysical. The identification of sex and politics; as in
psychoanalysis.'
The correct form of government is theocracy with God incarnate in the
flesh as head, always a male virgin and totally mad. John of Patmos
had prophesied that I will rule with a Rod of Iron. And I and all my
successors will. The government of Tibet is structured like this with
it's Dalai Lama, a 'boy' who's 'found', really a boy in the body of a
man. The way this works is: I only grant audience to those I summon.
I call on you, you don't call on me. I hang 'em high! You displease
me, I execute you. All the democratic republics around the world have
degenerated into chaos and anarchy. Eternal vigilance is the price of
liberty, and you have failed in your responsibility. You kissed off
your republic in the sixties, when sexual immorality and orgies broke
out. But it is true that once we get to the New Jerusalem, and we
live in small settlements, there will likely be few kings.
My religion is Christianity, but politically I have never been
anything but a hard core communist. I'll say more later about that.
Every person in the Book of Life will wear their white armband
whenever they're out in the public. They are the virgins, those who
have been chaste for more than five years, and all those who have
been faithful to their spouses. I realize that some of the latter
will be hypocrites, that in point of fact they have committed
adultery but won't admit it. I'm proud of the Catholics who, under
severe pressure here in Hell, maintained the requirement that priests
must be celibate.
I said my father was a Baptist preacher. All versions of
Protestantism, such as Baptists, Presbyterians, Methodists, etc.,
trace back to Martin Luther. He was a marvelous theologian with a
strong hatred of the Devil (Brown relates it to Luther's anality).
But what is the one thing about him that everyone in the audience
knew as he was preaching in the pulpit? Everyone knew that he was a
lapsed monk who married a former nun. He was getting his. He was
getting laid. He can't tell anyone anything. And neither can any
Protestant minister.
Back to the armbands. No divorced people can wear armbands. Anyone
who had had oral sex (Bill Clinton) is not a virgin. All children
when they first begin to walk will wear the white armband. This way,
everyone can see who is recorded in the Book of Life – the Elect.
Whatever religious faith you believe in put on the armband. Put a
gold cross for Christians, crescent for Muslims, Star of David for
Jews, black 0 for atheists, hammer and sickle for Communists (I'm one
of the last of them on the planet), question mark (?) for children,
etc. Remember that Hitler had all Jews wear a yellow Star of David.
They were thus labeled as outcast vermin on the bottom, as with the
ancient Vedic Untouchables. Here those Jews eligible will wear the
white armband to indicate that they are on top - the Elect. Again,
In addition, virgins will have a V on their armband. Those with a V
are eligible for my High Command. Those who are chaste will add a C.
Those who've been faithful to their spouses will add M for married.
As in my 1986 prophecy, the 'saints will go marching in' to serve at
my right hand side.
Instant Prophet
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I can make anyone an instant 100% accurate prophet. What was the one
thing that everyone knew in the Roman Empire at the time Jesus was
preaching in Galilee, even without newspapers? They all knew that in
the Roman Cities, especially Rome itself, they were having fabulous
orgies. The automatic consequence is that Rome was going to fall. And
we have had even better, more astonishing orgies starting in the late
sixties and continuing to the present. The only thing that slowed it
down somewhat was AIDS. The orgies held in Rome can't hold a candle
to the orgies we've had here. Thus, Western Civilization is toast.
The horse (Western Civilization) we're riding has keeled over. And
there's no use beating a dead horse. The writing's on the wall! The
moving finger has writ! Tis nothing less than the end of the world!
'♪ It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.' (R.E.M.). The stars
are falling out! As 'Chicken Little' (2005) proclaims, 'the sky is
falling! The sky is falling!' For Brown, we are at the stage of the
'swan song of dying civilizations.'
'♪ This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
- -
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake
Ride the snake, to the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long seven miles
Ride the snake
He is old and his skin is cold
- -
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went to the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door,and he looked inside
"Father?" - "Yes, son?" - "I want to kill you, Mother, I want to..."
(Oedipal)
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of night we tried to die
This is the end (The
Doors)
The Witches
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I'm here on a mission. I've come to remove all the dolls! These are
dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be. You should
never be able to see them in flesh and blood. These are genuine
angels. I'm going to put them in back your dreams where they belong.
You can look at and admire these gorgeous women, but you must never
touch! After I remove them, you'll dream about them at night – you'll
remember how gorgeous they looked and have wetdreams about them.
I'm going to take them all back to where they came from - back to
Witch Mountain. That's their home - they like it there. And at night
when the moon comes out, they'll all strip naked, join hands in a
circle, and do the moondance, the Witch's Sabbat for Walpurgisnacht
on Harz Mountain. That ceremony they call 'Drawing Down the Moon' and
unconsciously signifies calling down a downpour of slime from me!
'♪ Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love'
(Van Morrison)
This is a Witch Hunt! The one and only original Witch Hunt, and I'm
the Witchfinder General! I'm the Pied Piper here to remove the rats
(dolls). Let me be clear. I'm not talking about the little pagans or
Wiccans. There aren't many of them, and they are all nitwits. They
don't have any power at all. If they were real witches they would
recognize the millions of powerful witches, the dolls, we have here
in Hell.
I first went on the Internet reluctantly, knowing in advance what is
was – total chaos and anarchy, and that is just what it is. In this
regard, Brown cautioned, 'Words are to be redeemed; taken out of the
market place.' One of the first places I went to online is Wicca.com.
Their mantra is to deny that they are servants of Satan. They all
instantly attacked and flamed me the moment I went there. I guarantee
you that all the Wiccans are devils in faithful service to Satan.
'♪ Raven hair and ruby lips (by the Eagles)
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman,
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye'
'♪ I got a Black Magic Woman.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad, Magic Woman
I can't leave you alone.' (Santana)
'♪ That old black magic has me in its spell,
that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside,
and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the
tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and
round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love'.
' Those ♪ fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do
'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you' (Frank
Sinatra)
' It's strange, ♪ sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch
You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no
(The source my 'rabbits running in the ditch')
Must be the season of the witch' (the Whore of
Babylon) (Donovan)
Also, compare:
'♪ Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing no one nice again like you
Mama you, mama you (Oedipal 'MoFo' – Lonelyheart 'Mother F***er')
If I ever get out of here (the Secret Rapture)
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here
If we ever get out of here
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash (my Flood = my rain of slime!)
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there
I hope, you're having fun
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the jailer man and Sailor Sam
Were searching every one
For the band on the run
For the band on the run
Band on the run
Band on the run
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had come
And a bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run' (again, compare my rabbits running in the
ditch) (Paul McCartney
My Favorite Sport
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Now I want to describe my favorite sport. It is the sport of
aristocrats, the sport of royalty, the sport of kings and the sport
of gods. This is how I did my magic act and raptured billions out.
What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: '♪ I got a new dance, and it goes
like this.' But actually, it's an ancient dance going back to the Stone
Age shamans. This is the dance that all native medicine men do.
Let me give some names for my what I do: Rain Dancing, Rain Making,
Ghost Dancing, Doing the Time Warp, Doing The Swerve, Space Fucking,
Fairy Fucking and finally the best and most descriptive name: Fairy
Bowling. Feel free to practice this by yourself or in groups. Develop
your own style. Have fun with it.
I stand and start flipping, flinging, flipping, flinging, flipping,
spewing. As a wizard, I'm going to call up a rainstorm, thunder and
lightning (holding my arms up, I start flipping, flinging, flipping,
spewing). This is the gesture that priests use when sprinkling holy
water.
'♪ You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining outdoors' (Steve
Miller).
I'm a thunder roarer! This is my voice - the voice of God! You are to
be guided by my voice inside your head. I get it working, get it
working, flipping, flinging. What am I flipping? It never was about
liquid H2O, water. What I am flipping is sperm! What I am throwing is
wads of slime! I get it working, working and after a while the slime
starts flying here, there and everywhere. Eventually it starts
raining men planetwide. My fellow mad people know about this rain
that falls on a sunny day - a phrase from a rock lyric. The cliché
bag lady who wears tin foil to protect herself knows about the
lightning I send. Mad people use the metaphor of being struck by
lightning or electricity. This is Tausk's 'influencing machine' of
schizophrenia. But it is just drops of jism. When you're struck and
splattered by jism, its hot and it sizzles, it tingles and you think
of lightning or electricity.
'♪ Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey (my sperm)
- - -
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?'
(Train)
'♪ She's come undone (is now mad)
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late
She's come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
It was too late' (The Guess Who)
The Greeks believed Zeus, King of the gods, sent down such lightning
and thunderbolts. Zeus was called Jupiter by the Romans, Indra in
India and Thor by the Germans.
'♪ In Heaven
Everything is fine' (from my Heavenly Throne
Perch) (The Pixies = Fairies?)
But it is reserved for shape shifting scoundrel trickster gods such
as Loki to precipitate Ragnarok/ Gotterdammerung (the Twilight of the
Gods) – 'trickster makes this world'! - as the world age/aeon/cycle
ends and renews. You've seen white meringue pie fights between circus
clowns. I as the Joker/Jester/Clown/Fool bathe everyone in slime at
the end of the world! It's a paintball (slimeball) fight! Note you
can't make out the face if it's covered in slime.
'♪ Lightning's striking again (white spunk flying)
And again and again and again' (Lou Christie)
'♪ She cried to the southern wind
About a love that was sure to end
Every dream in her heart was gone
Headin’ for a showdown
And it’s rainin’ all over the world
It’s raining all over the world
Tonight, the longest night' (Electric Light Orchestra)
The idea is: in my mind's eye, I see her. She's miles away, and there
is no phone line. '♪ I can see for miles and miles.' I'm going to let her
know that she's a gorgeous doll, and that I am the man she should be
with, and not the man she is actually with. It's a long distance love
affair. Brown quotes, 'The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the
singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.' Frogs
croak, birds tweet, crickets chirp. This is my long distance mating
call (yodeling)!
'♪ In a West End town, a dead end world (long
distance love affair)
The East End boys and West End girls - -
Call the police, there's a madman around' (Pet Shop
Boys)
I'm going to send a guided missile straight towards her - a cruise
missile. She's standing there as my cruise missile comes whipping
towards her. Remember Lot's wife in Sodom (it is important that it's
a woman). She turned to stone – a pillar of salt – a statue. So the
doll is standing there and Splash! - she's splattered on the head
with the big wad of cum I sent her. Her eyes roll up until you see
the whites. Her mouth drops open. She goes rigid (rigid = stone
statues = erection), and starts wobbling like a top -she turns to
stone – and then Boom She falls still rigid like a mannequin (rigid =
stone statues = erection) to the ground. (I crook my elbow and hold
my arm up and clench my fist. I cup my arm in my other arm. Then I
start wobbling my arm round and round until, finally, it goes flat).
Fairy bowling! The idea of the sport is to see how many tenpins -
dolls - you can bowl over. I'm the best ever at the sport! I can
knock over millions of dolls! Knock 'em dead! Megadeath!
'♪ One by one they all fall
One by one they all fall
One by one
One by one
One by one they all fall' (Jack Green)
'♪ When the music's over turn out the lights
- -
until the end, until the end' (The Doors)
'♪ We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down .
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings'.
(R.E.M.)
'♪ Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!' (Megadeath!)
'♪ These girls fall like dominos, dominos (Megadeath!).
These girls fall like dominos, dominos.
These girls fall like dominos, dominos, dominos ...' (Big Pink = gay?)
In 'Weird Science' (1985), computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex
toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock). (Rigid dolls = stone
statues = erection).
'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny
Nerds
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'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over!
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Repeating my earlier:
Repeat: 'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me! (Rigid
dolls = stone statues = erection).
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Repeat: 'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret
Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! All Fall Down! Megadeath!
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Clown Pratfall - Slip Sliding Away! All Fall Down! Megadeath!
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'♪ Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air
Send in the clowns - -
Don't you love a farce; my fault I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want - sorry my dear
But where are the clowns - there ought to be clowns
Maybe next year
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns - send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here' (Judy Collins)
'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down! Called a 'Global
Blackout' = the Secret Rapture by my hand! Megadeath!
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Was I feeling any grief over the people I raptured out when I called
up my storm? Not at all. They were all only devils here in Hell. They
were all warned. Simply read the Book of Revelation. I and my angels
have been blowing the horn repeatedly since the Seventies and not a
single one of you repented. But I did have two concerns with respect
to my fulfilling John of Patmos' promises. First, I'm an elderly
geezer, and, to repeat, my member doesn't come up like it used to. I
was concerned I would fizzle out and remove only a few million. That
wouldn't be enough to get you devils to change your behavior in the
bedroom. John of Patmos had promised a quarter to a third of the
planet raptured out. 'And power was given unto them over the fourth part of
the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the
beasts of the earth.' 'a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third
of the ships were destroyed.'
Secondly, when you call up a storm, there is always the danger that
the wizard himself will get swept away, because it is uncontrollable
and unpredictable. Happily, I made it through, so that I could
fulfill John of Patmos' promise that I would be standing here giving
you the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead.
For this future event to occur, in the present I need a Fall Guy,
someone who will lay down their life at my last Trumpet, so that I
can lay out billions, without myself being swept away. Angels, come
blow your horn!
'♪ I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels' (Train)
Defeating the Whore of Babylon
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The question of the evening is: Which man can bell the cat? Which man
can pin the tail on the donkey? Who'll stop the (Invisible) Rain?
Which brave hero can slay the Dragon? Which man can defeat the Whore
of Babylon? Which man can domesticate the Whore - pacify her and put
her to sleep? Perceptive observers have noted that the Book of
Revelation has the structure of a fairy tale. It is not a fairy tale
is the sense of being a myth or being untrue. One part of the fairy
tale is the fairy test: Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon?
Being a fairy test, if any man attempts and fails, the Whore gobbles
him up and drinks his blood (unconsciously = slime). Many men have
tried and all have failed. The Whore is not a supernatural entity.
She is simply the collection of all the dolls - all the millions of
dolls. When you approach her, she's gorgeous, and the first idea you
have about how to pacify her is to unzip your pants and stick it in
her. If you try this way, you loose, and she gobbles you up and
drinks your blood. Instead, the way to defeat her is to keep your
pants zipped up, raise you arm and slime her right between the eyes.
Her eyes roll up till you can see the whites and her mouth drops
open. You've put her under a spell, you've hypnotized her, she's
pacified. She goes to sleep. It is whispering sweet nothings into her
ear (mumbling, Mumbo Jumbo – the gibbering of the mad – horse
whispering). Brown called it, 'speech resexualized'. It is humbug,
which by definition is 'silly talk' – 'nonsense' babble muttered and
transcribed straight off of the unconscious. Under your spell, she's
in turn gibbers back at you, driven temporarily mad. '♪ Ding dong!,
The Witch is dead. Which old witch? The Wicked Old Witch!' Here 'Ding
dong!' means the ringing chimes I send inside your head!
Here's a psychoanalytic version of defeating the Whore of Babylon
discussed by Brown:
The young man finds Medusa on his way to virility. The threatening
image of the snake woman is a metaphor of the mother figure. The
growing child has to cope with and eventually to emancipate from his
mother's gaze. The separation from the mother leads to the boy's
independence and to the liberation of his sexuality. The decapitation
of the Medusa can then be seen as the cutting of the umbilical cord.
The mythological story hardly casts any doubt on this interpretation.
She is decapitated (decapitation = castration) by the hero Perseus.
Mythographers have called her a nightmare vision. A face so horrible
that the dreamer is reduced to stony terror – frozen into a stone
statue. According to Freud, Medusa’s head represents the terrifying
toothed genitals of the Great Mother (the vagina denata). Erich
Neumann writes that “the petrifying gaze of Medusa belongs to the
province of the Terrible Great Goddess, for to be rigid is to be
dead,” and that she is the devouring aspect of the mother.
(Cannibalism). This is not fear of female sexuality as such but
castration anxiety.
The image of petrifaction symbolising an erection may seem a bit
farfetched - bearing in mind that the metamorphosis of organic beings
into inorganic rock is a very common theme in classical mythology.
Brown says, 'silence is the mother tongue.' Medusa's male observer is
struck dumb for two reasons: he is enthralled by the Freudian
castration fear on the one hand, and by his sexual fascination on the
other. Medusa repels and attracts at the same time. She is a snake
monster but equally a femme fatale. She unites the beauty and the
beast.
Freud, by way of Ferenczi, showed the horrifying sight of the
decapitated head of Medusa occurs 'when a boy, who has hitherto been
unwilling to believe the threat of castration, catches sight of the
female genitals, probably those of an adult, surrounded by hair, and
essentially those of his mother. The hair upon Medusa's head
frequently is represented in works of art in the form of (waving)
snakes, and these once again are derived form the castration complex.
It is a remarkable fact that, however frightening they may be in
themselves, they nevertheless serve actually as a mitigation of the
horror, for they replace the penis, the absence of which is the cause
of the horror. This is a confirmation of the technical rule according
to which a multiplication of penis symbols signifies castration.'
Castrating Medusa's Head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into
Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen
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This sight of Medusa's head makes the spectator stiff with terror,
turns him to stone.' (The Gaze of the Other freezes = paralyzes =
turns to stone as in Sodom.) As Brown puts it, 'The sight of the
Medusa's head makes the spectator (of the primal scene) stiff with
terror, turns him to stone. The stiff is a corpse and an erection.'
And also, 'To idealize is to idolize; to make an idol; to translate
into a fixed image for contemplation; to turn into monumental form;
to turn into stone. To concentrate on seeing is to turn into stone;
Medusa's head; castration.' 'Observe that we have here once again the
same origin from the castration complex and the same transformation
of affect! For becoming stiff means an erection. Thus in the original
situation it offers consolation to the spectator: he is still in
possession of a penis, and the stiffening reassures him of the fact'.
(Freud) Flashers/Exhibitionists display their potency.
In the New Jerusalem, we Space Cowboys/Space Aliens will cultivate
and tend our cattle herd and keep the women asleep and dreaming.
We'll ensure they're chewing their cud, mooing and grazing
contentedly. This is what the 'Alien UFO' cattle examination and/or
mutilation hoaxes are about. Here in Hell, the women are
systematically groomed and cultivated to be hot and sexy. But in the
New Jerusalem, we will systematically groom the women to be what we
really want: true to us and not running around on us, and also sweet
and good to us. If they are obedient and compliant, this is a bonus.
That is voluntary on the woman's part. But we do want her to be
sweet, at least. They will be maintained in permanent sleep by us.
Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd (Dolls
Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell)
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Getting You To Change Your Bedroom Behavior
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Once we get to the New Jerusalem, everyone will know what everyone is
doing in the bedroom. This is not your private affair, or your own
personal business. It is vital that everyone knows exactly what
everyone is doing in the bedroom. Adam and Eve fell, because they
were ashamed of their private parts – 'parts' are not 'private'.
In the defunct Marxist states, everyone's every movement was under
constant surveillance. That was not what needed to be done. The only
thing that must be monitored is that everyone must know precisely
what everyone else is doing in the bedroom. Nothing else matters
about you. It must be public knowledge. This is what is not done here
Hell. You may have a little knowledge about what your fellow workers
are doing in bed, but overall you don't know as much as you need to
know. For Brown, 'Apocalypse strips away the decent draperies on
which the whole big lie depends, false front, the screen of wall that
separates the public sphere from the private parts. Psychoanalysis is
that revolving state which completes this revolution, disclosing the
bedroom and the bathroom behind the bourgeois facade, disclosing the
obscenity of the on-stage scene, abolishing the reality-principle and
its unreal distinction between private and public, between head and
genital.'
I'm going to tell the same story three different ways. You are really
going to have change your bedroom behavior.
Version 1: If you as a man walk into Sodom, where the one thing
you've got is a woman (you can also have a man if that's what you
want). There is nothing else, it is total chaos and anarchy. If in
this place you cannot get laid, then suddenly you become an extremely
important person. Because all you have to do is get your willie
working below your belt, and you can blow the place to smithereens! I
have set off my timebomb over Sodom! I, the Lord God Almighty made my
reputation in Sodom. All these gorgeous bombshells/sexpots/ dolls
here in Sodom make me go nuclear and explode! That 'Nuclear
Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible to the eye (it
will be hyperdimensional). I, God, like all Sodomites am a drooling,
crazed sex fiend, and thus Rapture Ready. That is, I get to spew
slime everywhere here to rapture you out and sweep billions up to the
sky!
Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me) (drool = slime I spew!)
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Version 2: Don't try to put me, God, in Hell. Don't even think about
it. Satan is my servant and not vice versa. If you do try, I'll get
my willie working below my belt and again blow the place to
smithereens! In my second all time favorite movie, 'Legend' (1985),
Tom Cruise in fairy pointy ears is in Hell and attacks Satan. This is
what I as a fairy did here in Hell. I beat the Devil!- a job for a
Dragon Slayer Hero!
Version 3: This is the stupid version: My good man, your getting way
to much. It's good stuff. And you've got more than you can handle.
I'm horny, and I need a woman. You've lots of women and I have none.
What are we going to do about it with me standing here? If you don't
get your dick straightened out, how about me ripping your lungs out,
friend! I can't stand it, and I won't put up with it!
'♪ He had white Horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was' (Emerson, Lake &
Palmer )
Who is the most degenerate sex fiend on the planet? Satan is a
notorious degenerate, but has access to all the most gorgeous dolls
on the planet who are all in his service and at his beck and call.
His lusts get slaked. For me it is water, water everywhere, but not a
drop to drink. Again, constant craving.
I Must Rule!
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'♪ Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world' (Tears for Fears)
'♪ I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along.
I’m quitting the blues of the world, just singing a song, just singing a song
Glory Hallelujah, I just phoned the Parson, hey, Par, get ready to call
Just like Humpty Dumpty, I’m going to fall
I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along.'
(Les Paul)
'♪ Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much (she knows!)
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?' (David Bowie)
'♪ sittin' up here
watchin' all the lights blink down below
the earth is turning
why does it go so slow
thinkin' bout the girl I left behind
Houston can you hear me
or have I lost my mind
why me?
why me?
I was waiting on the pad
all systems were go
the man up in the tower
was enjoying the show
then I got this feeling
that I never had before
hey let me out of here
what am I here for
why me?
why me?
there must be a thousand other guys
must be some other way to look good in your eyes
why am I up here, what do they see in me
must be a thousand other places to be
why me
the last man to be here
was never heard from again
he won't be back this way
till 2010...
and now I'm riding on a fountain of fire
with my back to the earth
I go higher and higher
why me? - -
take anyone but me
why me' (Planet P)
'♪ There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds ' (David Bowie)
'♪ He rode a blazing saddle (light = slime)
He wore a shining star (ditto)
His job to offer battle to bad men near and far
He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned dark night into day
He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way ' (ditto) (Later
satirized by Mel Brooks)
I was born to rule, and this is what you must let me do. I
came to power by blackmail. I raptured out the people to
demonstrate my power (just like the madman in my all time
favorite movie,- 'The Brain from Planet Arous'. Like me, he
was also a sex fiend). Elijah and Enoch were snatched as
prototypes in the Old Testament for my magic act. I'm
standing here on a mound of corpses. If Jesus were standing
here in person, there would be many more laid out than I
did, since mine doesn't come up as good as it once did. 'In
the name of – - their holocaust, Allmen.' (Joyce's prophecy
written prior to the Final Solution!). Hitler required gas
chambers for his fairy dump. We're all passengers as sealed
cargo aboard one of Hitler's cattle cars for 'imperfect
Aryans' (mongrels and mutts) on a Hellbound train to his
Death Camps and Gas Chambers (my planetwide rain of slime!)
Heads roll! Rest in pieces! My planetary enema!
Cattle Cars. This Way to the Gas!
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'♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio
Down on my luck again, down on my luck again
I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life
I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life
It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day
- -
You're just another face that I know from the TV-show
I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend
Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while
Can I meet you another day and we can fly away
- -
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!)
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture) (Phil
Collins)
'♪ Cause meek inherits earth...six feet deep .' 'Lords of the New
Church'
The Real Secret Rapture!
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Charles Fort researched occult 'mysteries'. He, like Brown
and I, was not a creative or original thinker, but a
collector of obscure 'anomalies'. He issued the dictum, 'I
think we're property' implying alien visitors who probe
(including sexually since we are sex fiends); zookeepers
observing animals in a zoo, or experimental scientists
observing a study that closer examination would ruin, as in
the Star Trek Prime Directive, a fly on the wall
perspective. My entire planet is quarantined and monitored
by us aliens/madmen, as in Stephen King's 'Under the Dome'
where an area is circumscribed. And currently we have
achieved our goals for this cycle which we must bring to an
end ('Closing Time')to save what's left of this planet, and
are left with gruesome task of disposing of you (my Fairy
Dump). In modern times, the Cambodian Khmer Rouge
evacuation of Phnom Penh to the Killing Fields was a repeat
of earlier ones detailed amidst the anarchy and chaos in
the Puranas for the same region – the earlier
Ascension/Culling through the Stargate.
Why don't you want to start listening to me? The blackmail
was either I rule, or I remove lots more. I have an agenda.
The planetwide New Exodus is here, and I'm going to lead
you to the New Jerusalem. Moses said to Pharoah, 'Let my
people go!' This process will take several centuries. I'll say
more later, but here's an indication. The New Jerusalem is
all the multimillion inhabitant cities in ruins, and there
are be no longer any nation states, with the total
population of the planet much less than one billion.
(Marx's prophesy of the 'Withering away of the State'
worldwide.)
No matter how much you may legitimately hate my guts, I
must rule! And I have more blackmail so I can accomplish my
mission. I am the only person on this planet that possesses
the roadmap to the New Jerusalem. No one else has a single
clue! You have to be a fairy (which is the next topic) to
possess it– it is a Fairy Treasure Map. It's inside my
head. I'll have lots of goons and thugs around me to
protect me, but even so, it is quite true that you can take
me out. From your point of view, that's what you'll want to
do. You'll go “This sucker's giving us pain. He's
contagious and poisonous. Let's take him out!” Here's where
the blackmail comes in. If you do take me out, the
blackmail is that since I'm the only person with the
roadmap, additional billions of corpses will be laying on
the ground. I'll take that trade off – my life for the
benefit of additional billions gone. So, don't shoot the
messenger!
I'm going to save you a lot of tax money. I work for free.
And the government that I will assemble will be a small
fraction the size of the multimillion Federal Government.
You'll no longer have to pay salaries for the one hundred
Senators or the four hundred plus Congressmen and their
thousands of support staff. The size of my Federal
Government will be miniscule compared to the present one.
Welcome to my Banana Republic! Welcome to my weird Court of
the Crimson King!. Though I'm not just crimson, but red
(communist):
'♪ The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king'
I'm a Fairy - In Fact, the King of the Fairies!
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Typical Fairy (Such As Me)
'♪ There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he.
And then one day, one magic day he came my way.
And as we spoke of many things, fools and kings , this he said to me:
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”
('Nature Boy')
' In the land where horses born ♪ with eagle wings
And honey bees have lost their stings
There's singing forever
Lions den with fallow deer
And rivers made from wine so clear
Flow on and on forever
Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air
And baby lambs where Samson dares
To go on on on on on on
My fairy king can see things
He rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and me
Ooh yeah he guides the winds ' ('My Fairy King' – by
who else but – Queen?)
' You'd better lock you house and keep ♪ the kids inside.
Here come the twentieth century's latest scam
he's a half a boy and half a man
He ain't a fool but he's a tool
Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'.
He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand
Now he's a half a boy and half a man.' (Nick Lowe)
'♪ Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never - -
Praising our leaders
we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young ' (Alphaville)
' ♪ Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Ch-ch-changes
Don't have to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a better man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time (David Bowie)
'♪ Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say:
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more' (Kansas)
Freud had it right - the Oedipal Triangle. The hunk, stud
or gun I mentioned earlier is the father (in my
unconscious). And the doll is the mother. And I'm the son
of a gun, S.O.B. When a stud fathers a child with a doll,
you have the recipe to grow monsters, the Biblical Giants.
Actually, in my case my father was a sweet preacherman, and
my mother was good, but I still turned out a monster. I'm
the Beast slouching toward Bethlehem that Yeats wrote about
in his poem “The Second Coming'. That poem is my favorite.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi (a whiff of pagan?)
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Look at these lines:
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
Jay Weidner labels it the failure of the central organizing
principle of Western Civilization. Brown says, 'we are in a
time when civilization has to be renewed by the discovery
of new mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power
of the imagination.'
And look at these two lines:
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
As the Beast I am of the worst, and you will notice that I
am full of passionate intensity - a fanatic. Fundies perk
up your ears! I'm labeling myself a Beast. Norman O. Brown
has Joyce saying, 'not pater noster, but panther monster.'
Specifically, I'm a case of arrested development in my
paranoid schizophrenia, an example of stunted growth. I'm a
dwarf. How old am I? My inner child, my emotional age is
two years old. 'A little child shall lead them' as Isaiah has it. They
call it the Terrible Twos. Children at that age own the
world and are little tyrants. Babies like God are
omnipotent. Spoiled, pampered brats like Bart Simpson. Now
that I'm King of the World, I'm in the same position as
that child - the world is mine! Jerome Bixby's 'It's a
Great Life', seen as a Twilight Zone episode, shows a child
with godlike powers: able to transform other people or
objects into anything I wish, think new things into being,
teleport myself and others where I wish, read the minds of
people and animals, change the weather to suit myself and
even revive the dead. Every King requires a Court Jester
who I will select to turn into a doomed jack-in-thebox/
dunce/scarecrow/scapegoat and exile to the cornfield.
Adults must satisfy my every whim, or risk displeasing me.
This is blackmail!
I am Forever Young. I am an authentic fairy, a Peter Pan.
And I definitely do not mean that I'm gay. I'm the boy who
couldn't grow up. James M. Barrie's Peter Pan was partly
autobiographical. The New Jerusalem will be the perfect
place for me, because there you do little work beyond
puttering around in the garden, and a few other chores.
There you don't have to accept adult responsibility. We'll
overcome the proverbial Ball and Chain (the Old Lady). The
New Jerusalem has other names: Never Never Land or the Land
of the Lost Boys. Peter is the boy who can fly (like the
superheroes) (to this fairy Otherworld). His villain's
name: Captain Hook signifies his father as Oedipal
castrator. Poor dead fairy (both literally and
figuratively) pedophile Michael Jackson suffered insomnia
(as I do) because of the deadly poison that infects us
which we can pass off to others temporarily and drop dead
in their tracks. (Colloquially, 'take a hike', 'go jump off
a cliff', 'drop dead'). Jackson was another boy in the body
of a man dead fairy, in his case an infantile pedophile.
Fairies can fly away - they are Rapture Ready:
'♪ When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear (Elton John
has a gay epiphany?)
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized (spell of the Whore of
Babylon - the Dolls)
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye (fairies can fly – the
Secret Rapture – Megadeath!)
I never realized the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen (the
Whore of Babylon - the Dolls)
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight,
someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone'
(Elton John)
'♪ Say your prayers little one
Don`t forget my son
To include everyone
I tuck you in
walk within
Keep you free from sin
'til the sandman he comes (which is me!)
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never-land
Something's wrong,
shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war
Dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite, yeah
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
take my hand
We're off to never never-land
(whisper)
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed
In your closet and in your head
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light
Enter Night
Take my hand!
We're off to never never-land' (Metallica)
What do I have to offer to a woman, me being a dead fairy?
Can I entertain a woman, can I amuse a woman, can I
interest a woman? I cannot be in any kind of an adult
relationship with any woman. Being around me is like
waiting for paint to dry. Being around me is like waiting
for grass to grow. I am into the mystic 24/7 totally
against my will. As I have said, we have had many highly
evolved spiritual beings who have gone through highly
elaborate rituals to get to the higher planes. I am not one
of those. Against my will I am permanently into a trance.
'♪ Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it (= the Last Trump)
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic (fairies fly - Raptured
Out!) (Van Morrison)
' ♪ To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die -
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine' (Morrisey)
And it gets even worse. I only approached a select few
women, knowing in advance what the answer was going to be.
Women almost always say no the first time. They are
negotiating what they are going to get out of it. Every
time I got no on the first try, I walked away, Fool that I
am. And every woman knew instantly what I was. Any woman
who had said yes was in for an ordeal, degenerate sex fiend
that I am. I can never get enough, and I can never get
satisfied. I would work her over for hours and hours on end
- even days – like a Waring blender. No woman wants to be
put through such an ordeal. It offends her dignity.
You should have noticed by now that I have a very immature,
infantile view of women. This is simply because of the fact
that I am an infant!
By the way, all magicians are children in the body of a
man. Babies see objects appearing and abruptly disappearing
without explanation. They don't know that objects can't do
this. Most especially they see mommy with her milky teats
appear and disappear without notice. They haven't learned
the constancy of objects. Their world to them is chaos and
anarchy, which is reproduced in the world at large once in
a blue moon when we go to Sodom. Object permanence isn't
mastered until about age two. Thus, they believe in magic,
like magicians where objects are apported or vanished from
thin air. Real magicians, such as I am, again, are babies
trapped in a grown up body, and that is the basis of our
power.
Sigmund Freud was right. It's the Oedipal relationship
between mother and son, with the father in the background.
(That sentence is wrong and shows my incestuous mother
fixation – Oedipus is mainly about the father). If you want
to go instantly mad, all you have to do is stick your head
up your mother's dress, and sniff mommie's panties. When
you come out, you'll be drooling, raving maniac like me.
Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me) (drool = slime I spew!)
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There is a school of psychoanalysis called Object Relations
Theory. Before father was mommy. The Dragon of the Book of
Revelation who has to be 'slain' is in fact mommy as seen
by the baby (boy). Mommy can deliberately or accidentally
swallow or engulf the baby, so that the child can never
grow up and be forever bound to her - Forever Young (in
other words, leave it mad).
Madness is possibly organic – an actual genetic or neural
abnormality regarded as incurable. This disease leaves us
in continuous physical and mental pain on a hair trigger –
jumpy and paranoid.
'♪ I got it bad
you don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don't know when you've got it good.
It's getting harder
just keeping life and soul together
My broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day:
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away .
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care.
You must be joking
you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it
Stay out of my shoes if you know what's good for you.
The heat is stifling
burning me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each and ev'ry pore.
I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day. . . .
I got it bad. you don't know how bad I got it. .. .' (Nik
Kershaw)
We're toads!
'♪ There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm' (The Doors)
♪ Picked up a hitchhiker the other day
He said he wasn't going far
He looked so strange I couldn't help myself
I asked, please, tell me who you are
He smiled politely and lit a cigarette
You know the smoke seemed to cast a spell
What happened next I don't understand yet
It was so strange I can hardly tell - -
And I was suddenly a child again
I was holding my father's hand
And I watched it from the beginning
As I grew from child to man
My friends all came and gathered round me once more
And we undid what was done
And when it was over I was driving down the road
I looked around, you know, he was gone
He said, hold on it's coming
He said, hold on it's very near
He said, hold on it's coming (My Fairy Rain)
He said, hold on it's almost here' (Country Joe McDonald)
Here is my crude schematic crash course outline of the
psychoanalytic view of development, inspired by George
Markari's 'Revolution in Mind'. I use Freud's stages of
development as traumas to be cleared, supplemented by
additional preoedipal traumas contributed by Klein and
Object Relations theory (only touched on by Freud). Failure
to clear any trauma can mean psychosis. In the beginning,
the fetus bathed in warm amniotic fluid experiences the
mystic oceanic feeling of Oneness with the Universe that
the mystics seek - the Buddhist Nirvana. For Brown, 'The
unconscious is that immortal sea which brought us hither;
intimations of which are given in moments of 'oceanic
feeling'; one sea of energy or instinct, embracing all
mankind, without distinction of race, language, or culture;
and embracing all the generations of Adam, past, present,
and future, in one phylogenetic heritage, in one mystical
body.' Brown also says, 'Psychoanalysis is always the
discovery of the unconscious; the turn to mass-psychology
is the discovery that the unconscious is collective.' The
first trauma is Otto Rank's Trauma of Birth where the
infant is rudely awakened and dragged kicking and screaming
into the world. The desire to return to the womb is a
failure to clear this trauma and what the later Freud
labeled the Death Drive in search of homeostasis and
Nirvana. Then, the preoedipal stage is the Other (the
Mother) of Object Relations in relation to the infant (male
or female) where the trauma is separation and
individuation. Brown quotes Jesuit priest G.M. Hopkins'
'The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe' with
it's 'world-mothering air' (Mommy) – the stage of (Brown's
narcissistic) polymorphous perversity, with 'infancy
welcome in womb and breast, birth, milk'. Images of Madonna
and Child are Catholic icons. Some paintings show the
infant Christ with an erect penis giving a flirtatious
'chin-chuck' to his adoring mother (Steinberg, 'The
Sexuality of Christ'). Schuchard quotes William Blake,
'sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!
Infancy! Fearless, lustful, happy! Nestling for delight
In laps of pleasure - -.'
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Madonna and Child
'♪ Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep
Sometimes
All I need is the air
That I breathe
And to love you' (Hollies)
Next comes the classic Freudian Oedipal stage with failure
to clear resulting in the neuroses that Freud thought he
could treat. At the trauma from adolescence to adulthood,
it is a statistical fact that this is often the stage for
the onset of psychosis when it is to appear. This ordeal of
the transition to adulthood precipitates schizophrenia
because earlier preoedipal traumas weren't cleared. Mad
people such as I are Forever Young: preoedipal babies
trapped in the body of adults. Madmen are mommy's little
boys.
'♪ Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.' Neil Young
Margaret Mahler's Object Relations phases go from
separation from the Mother (Other) out of symbiosishomeostasis
to Object Constancy and individuation with the
secondary individuation process occurring in adolescence.
The psychic state of symbiosis revolves around the longing
for “oneness.” Under the spell of symbiotic fantasy,
distinctions between self and Other blur. Norman O. Brown
suggests that the primal act of the human ego is a negative
one—“not to accept reality, specifically the separation of
the child's body from the mother's body.” Symbiotic fantasy
functions to deny separateness. Instead of conceiving of
oneself as a singularity, one imagines that one is
contained within an “omnipotent system—a dual unity within
one common boundary.
Makari shows that the psychosexual was front and center for
Freud, with Jung and other psychoanalysts attacking him as
being fixated on it. As Norman O. Brown added, babies are
polymorphous perverse. Brown quotes William Blake,
'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet,
and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.'
The later 'metaphysical' Freud recovered the added death
drive principle - the regression to the womb or Nirvana.
The Paul Simon rock song spoke of a Mother and Child
reunion. In steet lingo, this is 'mofo' = mother fucker.
Ferenczi's 'Thalassa' about the same time (1924) posited
the death drive as the desire to return to the original
state of bliss in the maternal womb and the comfort of it's
amniotic fluids, perversely erotic. Brown says, 'In
Ferenczi's apocalyptic theory of genitality the sexual act
is a historical drama, a symbolic reenactment or
recapitulation of all the great traumas in the history of
the individual, of the species, of life itself.
Psychoanalytic time is not gradual, evolutionary, but is
discontinuous, catastrophic, revolutionary. The sexual act
is a return to the womb. - The 'uterine regressive trend in
the sex act' is an aspect of the universal goal of all
organic life - - to return to the lifeless condition out of
which life arose. 'The goal of all life is death.' In this
philosophy and the main stages of biological evolution
(sexual differentiation, adaptation to dry land) are
catastrophes excited by external forces: these catastrophes
create 'tension'; and the aim of life (or of evolutionary
adaptation) is to get rid of the tension, and so die. Life
is a temporary (accidental) disturbance in a lifeless (and
thus peaceful) universe. It is best, then, never to have
been born, and second best, quickly to die. Nirvana is
release from the cycle of rebirth. The real death is the
death we are dead with here and now.' 'Thalassa' has been
seen as crackpot, mostly with respect to his Lamarckian
phylogeny, but Freud admiringly called it a 'summit of
achievement.' Brown from 'Life Against Death' early in his
career all the way to his last book 'Apocalypse and/or
Metamorphosis' referred to Ferenczi on Nirvana and
regression to the womb. Brown quotes William Blake to
observe that 'the womb is a tomb' and isn't the answer (the
tomb is the maternal body). Brown says, 'The woman
penetrated is a labyrinth. You emerge into another world
inside a woman. The penis is the bridge; the passage to
another world is coitus; the other world is a womb cave -
and the cave in which coitus takes place is the grave -
death is coitus and coitus is death. Death is genitalized
as a return to the womb; incestuous coitus. - The staff
that cleaves the waters is the dead man's body; the corpse;
the stiff that ejaculates the soul or semen is the penis.
Penis or corpse, stiff as stone; a perpetual erection, or
monument.'
What we call reality, Brown calls illusion, lie, dream. 'We
are asleep and being asleep is being dead; we still live in
the womb or return to the womb; our genital sexuality is
regression to the state before birth; and we are still
under the spell of the primal scene; we reenact the father
who we have introjected; our sex life is his, not ours, and
our pleasure remains vicarious. Thus if all life is dream
and illusion, then awakening to real life is the end of our
life; death and resurrection in one. The way out of the
womb, out of the dream cave is to die in order to be
reborn'. As Brown reminded, for Freud, resurrection
signifies the stiffening and rising of the member =
erection. In the resurrection of the 'dead' (= Living
Dead), all rise from their tombs – the member comes up
(gets stiff). Paul gets it garbled as usual, 'If there be no
resurrection of the dead - Then they which are fallen asleep in Christ are
perished.' But the member does rise (stiffen = erection).
Jesus at Easter and I are the Pagan Spring Fertility God
who's reborn (my member comes up!).
Freud noted that we cannot conceive of our own death. Brown
says, 'Since anxiety is the ego's incapacity to accept
death, the sexual organizations were perhaps constructed by
the ego in its flight from death, and could be abolished by
an ego strong enough to die. For Brown, 'Death is
genitalized as a return to the womb.'For Brown, 'death is
an enemy because we have too much unlived life within us.'
'What exactly would it mean on this earth to be wholly
unrepressed, to live in full bodily and psychic
expansiveness? It can only mean to be reborn into madness'.
Then Brown warns us of the full radicalness of his reading
of Freud by stressing that he resolutely follows Ferenczi's
insight that 'Character-traits are, so to speak, secret
psychoses.' He added that 'character is a vital lie.' 'The
ego - - is a piece of illusion.' Brown argued for new men
without character defenses, a rebirth into a 'second
innocence.' He sees narcissism as project for loving union
with the world, hunger for a qualitatively different world
(utopia Land of Milk and Honey – Moses' Promised Land).
Freud defined the goal of Eros as unification or the search
for union. But when he maintains that fear of being
separated and expelled from the group comes from an
underlying fear of castration, his proposition should be
inverted. Fear of castration comes from the fear of being
excluded, not the other way round. This anxiety becomes
more marked as the isolation of individuals in an illusory
community becomes more and more difficult to ignore.
Even while it seeks unification, Eros is essentially
narcissistic and in love with itself. It wants a world to
love as much as it loves itself. Norman O. Brown, in 'Life
Against Death', points out the contradiction. How, he asks,
can a narcissistic orientation lead to union with beings in
the world? "In love, the abstract antimony of the Ego and
the Other can be transcended if we return to the concrete
reality of pleasure, to a definition of sexuality as being
essentially a pleasurable activity of the body, and if we
see love as the relationship between the Ego and the
sources of pleasure." One could be more exact: the source
of pleasure lies less in the body than in the possibility
of free activity in the world. The concrete reality of
pleasure is based on the freedom to unite oneself with
anyone who allows one to become united with oneself. The
realisation of pleasure passes through the pleasure of
realisation, the pleasure of communication through the
communication of pleasure, participation in pleasure
through the pleasure of participation. It is because of
this that the narcissism turned towards the outside world,
the narcissism Brown is talking about, can only bring about
a wholesale demolition of social structures.
'When Brown speaks of the ego’s inability to accept death,
he is speaking more precisely of the refusal of objectloss.
The loss of the loved object is not acknowledged by
the ego, which, in its attempt to reinstate the object,
modifies the latter in such a way so as to reconfigure it
within the structure of itself. The object is thus not
strictly-speaking “lost”, but negated, and post-negation
affirmed in a distorted form through identification. The
ego tricks the libido by maintaining that the ego itself is
identical to the lost object; the ego attempts to force
itself upon the id in an attempt to lessen the effects of
the loss (Freud). Identification replaces object-love, and
object-libido is transformed into narcissistic libido:
“Thus, as a result of object-loss not accepted, the natural
self-love of the organism is transformed into the vain
project of being both Self and Other, and this project
supplies the human ego with its essential energy”
It is thus pre-altered narcissistic libido that serves as
the desexualized energy that is redirected through
sublimation. It is in this sense that Brown maintains,
invoking Plato, that culture, the product of sublimation,
is an imitation of an imitation: in sublimation we witness
not a desexualization of a polymorphous infantile
sexuality, but rather a desexualization of an already
desexualized fantasy. The original (pre-sublimation)
desexualization is the result of “substituting for bodily
erotic union with the world the vain shadowy project of
having the world within the self”; thus conceived, the
soul, the subject of sublimation, becomes a substitute for
actually gratifying libidinal relations with others. The
separation from lost objects, which are past objects, is
denied through the reactivation of the past bond in
fantasy. Through fantasy, “the active attempt to alter
reality”, the past is substituted for the present and
individuals are alienated from their worldly lives:
“Altogether, therefore, the world of fantasy is that opaque
shield with which the ego protects himself from reality and
through which the ego sees reality; it is by living in a
world of fantasy that we lead a desexualized life.” In sum,
for Brown, 'Human culture is a set of projections of the
repressed unconscious - to project the infantile complexes
into concrete reality.' For Brown, 'the hidden aim of
sublimation and the cultural process is the discovery of
the lost body of childhood.' Brown says, 'Psychoanalysis
stands or falls on the expansion on the idea of sexuality
to comprehend the entire life of the human body;
attributing a sexual ('erotogenic') action to all parts,
organs, or 'zones'; or rather, envisaging sexuality as an
energy diffused throughout the whole body, and capable of
displacement from one part to another, and of
transformation from one mode of manifestation to another
(polymorphism; metamorphosis).'
When infantile sexuality comes to an end in the castration
complex the individual is forced to give up his body, but
not his fantasies. Non-bodily sublimations replace the body
as the source of fantastic “satisfactions”: “The original
fantasies are negations; sublimations are negations of
negations”. Sublimation, the second and higher order of
desexualization or negation, produces within us a soul
independent from our body. Whereas the infant loses his
object, and thus attempts to make an object out of the
whole of his body, the adult actually loses his body.
Gratification is no longer possible through the materiality
of the corporeal self, but is banished to the otherworldly
realm of the soul. In Brown’s view, sublimation always
functions to reproduce the antagonism that develops between
mind and body under the logic of Western rationality.
Because sexual energy is always bodily energy, the
desexualization that occurs through sublimation must always
present itself as a disembodiment: sexual energy is
transformed into ‘soulful’ energy. It is in this sense that
sublimation rests on a certain mind-body dualism: it is
“the use made of bodily energy by a soul which sets itself
apart from the body”, a soul which is attempting to make
itself more than the embodied individual, a soul striving
for immortality. In the natural state, the infant does not
distinguish between self and other but is one with the
world.' Freud tells us that the fundamental original
experiences of the child are of “limitlessness and of a
bond with the universe”, the perceived unity of subject and
object, internal and external: “An infant at the breast
does not as yet distinguish his ego from the external world
as the source of the sensations flowing in upon him . One
of the functions of primary narcissism is the uniting of
the narcissistic individual with the external objective
world – not a mere retreat from the objects of the world
but the establishment of a certain type of harmony with
them: “originally the ego includes everything, later it
separates off an external world from itself. Our present
ego-feeling is, therefore, only a shrunken residue of a
much more inclusive – indeed, an all-embracing – feeling
which corresponded to a more intimate bond between the ego
and the world about it”. - - the reactivation of
prehistoric and childhood wishes and attitudes is not
necessarily regression - -.' For Brown, 'the way back
behind the processes of sexual organization is not toward
the womb but rather toward a transformed narcissism
culminating in joyful and loving unification with others.'
And, 'To overcome dualism would be to awake out of sleep;
to arise from the dead.'Brown says, 'Erect is the shape of
the genitally organized body; the body crucified, the body
dead or asleep; the stiff. The shape of the body awake, the
shape of the resurrected body, is not vertical but perverse
and polymorphous; not a straight line but a circle',
contrary to my 'stiffening member' comments. Brown
says,'Psychoanalysis shows the sexual organization of the
body physical to be a political organization; the body is a
body politic…'genital organization'...a political
arrangement arrived at after stormy upheavals in the house
of Oedipus…a well-organized tyranny.' Repeating, Brown on
Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the
feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret
place.' Again, in my case, 'ghosts can't do it.'
Perhaps related is Spinoza's One Substance inspired by his
Jewish mystical background in the Kaballah with Adam
Kadmon, which William Blake referred to as the Grand Man
(see also Gutkind's Body of God or the Mystical Body of
Christ). It is not to be taken as static, but involves
fluid flows. Brown, like Reich's Cosmic Orgone, saw 'action
at a distance – psychic streams' that overcome dualism.
Deleuze and Guattari in 'Anti-Oedipus' examined this. For
Brown, 'the reality of our life, the reality of which we
are ignorant, the reality which we do not want to accept,
is our fluid membership and causal interdependence in the
intercommunicating world of bodies.' And, he says, 'the
mystical body is not, because mystical, therefore, nonbodily.'
He, particularly in 'Apocalypse and/or
Metamorphosis', looked to replace the Hegelian Marxist
dialectical flow with Spinoza's flows. Is it possible that
unconsciously Spinoza had the Nirvana of the womb in mind?
Influenced by Vankin's 'Malignant Self Love: Narcissism
Revisited' and Richter's 'All Mighty: A Study of the God
Complex in Western Man', I muse on these narcissists:
Brown, Obama, Jesus Christ and above all, God (myself).
Freud thought that all human infants pass through a phase
of primary narcissism, in which they assume they are the
center of their universe and omnipotent, grandiose and full
of rage. What Freud defined as secondary narcissism is a
pathological condition in which the infant does not invest
its emotions in its parents but rather redirects them back
to itself. He thought that secondary narcissism developed
in what he termed the pre-Oedipal phase of childhood; that
is, before the age of three. Freud wrote that narcissism is
a form of “magical thinking” for a person in that they
believe they can by wishing or will power change
situations, conditions from reality to the way they prefer.
Brown was a narcissistic fairy who decked himself out in a
regal costume complete with self appropriated medals (see
Bib portrait).
In terms of the hardscrabble, hand to mouth existence of
eking out a living in Galilee, Jesus was a freeloader
slacker and burden. The Messianic Complex is a
psychological state in which the individual believes
himself to be the savior of the world and suffers from the
delusion that he or she is, at the very least, the
Almighty's gift to the world (i.e., God's only begotten
Son). 'For you have the poor always with you; but me you
have not always.' Jesus feasted with his Apostles
confounding his detractors, 'Can you make the children of
the bridal chamber fast, while the bridegroom is with
them?' But, at the same time, Jesus points away from
himself and seeks to deflect the messianic expectations put
upon him, trying to evade his superstar status and the
attributions of glory.
More on Jesus' narcissism: 'Early on, Jesus developed
magical thinking, compensatory grandiose delusions, and
fantasies of omnipotence and omniscience. A firstborn, he
was much pampered by his doting mother. He was a prodigy, a
Wunderkind highly intelligent and inquisitive and more
comfortable in the company of adults than with his peers. -
'Even at a tender age, he showed a marked lack of empathy
and a full fledged case of pathological grandiosity. - -
The self imputation of superiority, epiphanic knowledge,
and infallibility and the assumption that others need and
crave the guru and his message are at the heart of an
elaborate construct which often borders on the psychotic. -
- He instructed his followers to commit acts that must have
had harshly adverse impacts on their hitherto nearest and
dearest.'
Similarly, Tibet's Dalai Lama as a 'boy in the body of a
man' is intended to be such a narcissistic fairy.
God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. You
think I (Almighty God) am dumb, misogynistic, homophobic,
egotistical, and homicidal...but know I love you (my
botched creation). And, in my thick-headed way, I listen to
you and learn. I, God, am everything the narcissist ever
wants to be: omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, admired,
much discussed, and awe inspiring. God is the narcissist's
wet dream, the ultimate grandiose fantasy.
The narcissist:
'Subtly misrepresents facts and expediently and
opportunistically shifts positions, views, opinions, and
“ideals”. These flip-flops do not cause him overt distress
, he feels justified in acting this way). Alternatively,
evidences a lack of empathy.
Ignores data that conflict with his fantasy world, or with
his inflated and grandiose self-image. This has to do with
magical thinking. He is firmly convinced that his dreams,
thoughts, and wishes affect reality.
Feels that he is above the law, incl. and especially his
own laws.
Talks about himself in the 3rd person singular or uses the
regal “we” and craves to be the exclsuive center of
attention, even adulation
Have a messianic-cosmic vision of himself and his life and
his “mission”.
Sets ever more complex rules in a convoluted world of
grandiose fantasies with its own language (jargon)
Displays false modesty and unctuous “folksiness” but unable
to sustain these behaviors (the persona, or mask) for long.
It slips and the true self is revealed: haughty, aloof,
distant, and disdainful of simple folk.
Sublimates aggression and holds grudges.
Behaves as an eternal adolescent (e.g., his choice of
language, youthful image he projects, demands indulgence
and feels entitled to special treatment.'
'Megalomania is commonly understood as a mental behavior
characterized by an excessive desire for power and glory
and by illusory feelings of omnipotence, some of who
believe themselves actually to be God.. The latter can be
expressed in the psychopathological form of delusions of
grandeur. This type of mental functioning shows systematic
denial of otherness and an infantile theory of sexuality.
Such a one is adept shape shifter, able to take on many
different social faces. These faces are known in Jungian
psychology as personas. As Jung himself stated, the term
persona “meant the mask once worn by actors to indicate the
role played. It is, as its name implies, only a mask… that
feigns individuality, making others believe that one is
individual, whereas one is simply acting a role” they may
react with distain, rage or defiant counterattack”, and if
questioned or refused, a tantrum (the fury of a disobeyed
god), plus an expectation of servility in women. His
unconscious is his conscious. He acts out our most
repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us
with a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer,
the barbarians at our personal gates, and what it was like
before we invented civilization. His reign is all smoke and
mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere
appearances and mass delusions. His inability to love human
beings ultimately transform him into a recluse. In playing
God, the narcissist is completely convinced that he is
merely being himself. Narcissistic leadership is about
theater, not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be
subsumed by it), the leader demands the suspension of
judgment. The narcissist does not hesitate to put people's
lives or fortunes at risk. He preserves his sense of
infallibility in the face of mistakes and misjudgments by
distorting the facts, by evoking mitigating or attenuating
circumstances, by repressing memories, or by simply lying.
He might even wish to destroy it, as a punishment or
revenge for its incompetence. The lack of empathy, the
aloofness, the disdain, the sense of entitlement, the
constricted sense of humor, the unequal treatment and the
paranoia – render the narcissist a social misfit.
The narcissist is interpersonally exploitative. He is able
to provoke in his milieu, in his casual acquaintances, even
in his psychotherapist, the strongest, most avid and
furious hatred and revulsion. To his shock, indignation and
consternation, he invariably induces in others unbridled
aggression. "Humans" (to the narcissist, a derogatory term)
are small, fragile, error-prone, pusillanimous, mean, dumb,
and mediocre and indulges his sadistic urges and to
exercise his misogynism freely and openly. Such a
narcissist is likely to taunt and torment his followers,
hector and chastise them, humiliate and berate them, abuse
them spiritually, or even sexually. The narcissist whose
source of authority is religious is looking for obedient
and unquestioning slaves upon whom to exercise his
capricious and wicked mastery. The narcissist transforms
even the most innocuous and pure religious sentiments into
a cultish ritual and a virulent hierarchy. He prays on the
gullible. His flock become his hostages, and holds the
delusion that God is an active participant in the
narcissist's life in which constant intervention by Him is
a key feature. God is subsumed in a larger picture, that of
the narcissist's destiny and mission. God serves this
cosmic plan by making it possible. In the overall design of
things, small setbacks and defeats matter little. The
narcissist is haunted by the feeling that he is possessed
of a mission, of a destiny, that he is part of fate, of
history. He is convinced that his uniqueness is purposeful,
that he is meant to lead, to chart new ways, to innovate,
to modernize, to reform, to set precedents, or to create
from scratch. Every act of the narcissist is perceived by
him to be significant, every utterance of momentous
consequence, every thought of revolutionary caliber. He
feels part of a grand design, a world plan and the frame of
affiliation, the group, of which he is a member, must be
commensurately grand. Its proportions and properties must
resonate with his. Its characteristics must justify his and
its ideology must conform to his pre-conceived opinions and
prejudices. In short: the group must magnify the
narcissist, echo and amplify his life, his views, his
knowledge, and his personal history. In extreme cases, he
might even wish to destroy it (as a punishment or revenge
for its incompetence.'
Characteristics:
'* being argumentative,
* The most telling thing that narcissists do is contradict
themselves. They will do this virtually in the same
sentence,
* arrogant
* conceited
* vain
* fretful
* frustrated/idle
* fluctuating between superior and inferior.'
My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty)
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Come what may, we'll always have the Bible and the Brothers
Grimm fairy tales.
I'm Prince Charming in search of my Princess Bride. '♪
Someday my prince will come.'
Sleeping Beauty is not dead, but frozen in a witch's spell
(hypnotized) and the entire Kingdom with her, awaiting my
kiss that will waken her.
What is Heaven? '♪ This monkey's gone to Heaven,'(by the Pixies,
in other words, fairies). We're going to St. Brendan's Isle
of the Blessed, full of gorgeous beauties, although there's
still a Dragon to slay even there. It's the hobo's
paradise, the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the elysian fields,
utopia. In fact, it's the Land of the Dead!
'♪ Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby'.
'♪ Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me. (The Muppets!)
The rainbow was a sign for madman Noah. Worldwide Deluge =
Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the
planet in my (God's) slime!
'♪ Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker ,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me'.
My misspent years as a dreamer fascinated (under a spell)
by my TV and plugged in to rock music surprisingly paid
off. It got me here!
'♪ When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do'
John of Patmos depicted Heaven as continual mindless
worship of God. '♪ We're off to see the Wizard!' - which is me! The
Wizard of Oz, like myself, turns out to be mostly a con man
with smoke and mirrors and bluster and humbug, which Joyce
calls'sullemn fulminance'. Behind the curtain, the Wizard
used phony special effects, such rattling metal sheets for
thunder, to impress as fearsome. The Wizard was using a
sham for the real thunder and lightning I send (slime).
'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors (Compare with Image
1)
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Heaven is not worship of me at all. Instead, it is a
continuous nonstop sex orgy where your every desire is
instantaneously satisfied. Women never get pregnant, and
there is no worry about sexually transmitted diseases
(STDs) or AIDS. If you have a predilection for young girls
or boys that is available (hey, I've always had a
predilection for very young girls, even though I am not
ever going to act on that desire – it's devilish. I don't
want the local sheriff raiding my house). I no longer watch
regular porn let alone the kiddie stuff. These young angels
are known as cherubs. I have an apparent contradiction
here, since I just said the angels don't get pregnant, so
how come I am talking about young angels? They preexist,
they are not born as humans are. I wake up every single day
horny, in continuous desire for a woman. I have suffered
the worst torture that Satan has here in Hell. Some of the
demons here in Hell will outright beat the crap out of you
or simply kill you. But the very worst torture that Satan
has subjected me to is the continuous torment of being
surrounded with excruciatingly gorgeous
bombshells/sexpots/dolls who spread their lips and always
say 'Yes!, Yes! Yes!' just as Joyce's Molly said 'yes I
said yes I will Yes.' It's a Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store!
With me so far scheduled to die a virgin! Now that I am
head of state, I'm going to go out to pasture and finally
get some of my desires satisfied. The only reason I blew
out billions of corpses was because I couldn't get laid
here in Hell. We missing are deadly, poisonous and
explosive! As King, I want to interview candidate Queens.
You must understand what it means to be a sex fiend. I'm a
sex crazed madman! I, as a sex fiend, have nothing on my
mind but being in bed with a woman, any woman who is
anatomically a female – as long as she isn't fat – I can't
get it up if she is fat. But since gorgeous dolls are a
dime a dozen here is Hell (and of course every single woman
on the planet is a devil) I want a teen aged beauty. She
doesn't have to be a virgin, but she has to understand that
I'm going to be in bed more or less nonstop – she really
has to enjoy being in bed. And the wedding must be very low
key – a civil ceremony before a justice of the peace – no
elaborate expensive wedding. My fairy wedding, an
alchemical marriage, won't be lavish or extravagant, as
opposed those of the Hollywood fairies. But once I select a
bride, I will be faithful to her, and expect her to be the
same toward me. What I'm looking for is a very young beauty
pageant winner. And she must understand that I am very
dirty old man.
'♪ Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who’s the only one
Hey little sister who’s your superman
Hey little sister who’s the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.' (Billy Idol – White
Wedding)
'♪ Lunatic fringe
In the twilight's last gleaming
This is open season (target: the dolls)
But you won't get too far
We know you've got to blame someone (the dolls)
For your own confusion
But we're on guard this time
Against your final solution' (Red Rider)
As is well known, John of Patmos two thousand years ago had
a vision of the New Jerusalem, when Heaven descends to
earth. 'The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a
city or kingdom, which would be still external, but with
the identification of the city and kingdom with one's own
body,' according to Brown. The Kingdom of Heaven is within
– we are all one on the Collective Unconscious. All of our
sexual needs and wants and desires will be permanently
satisfied, the Land of Milk and Honey – Moses' Promised
Land (slime), for I'm the Tree of Life – an inexhaustible
fountain of the River of the the Waters of Life – me
spewing sperm and slime continuously – real fulfillment for
the first time. Jesus' bodily fluid (the blood he poured
out) was the stand-in for my slime. He refers to the
Eucharistic Mass, 'Take eat; this is my body.' I am going
to open the floodgates of Heaven (the Secret Rapture) and
rain men (sperm and slime) planetwide from my Heavenly
perch (Great White Throne) - bathing and immersing us all
permanently in the Reichian Orgone - (Heaven on earth - the
New Jerusalem) - the superior Christian answer to the fetus
bathed in amniotic fluid sought in the Buddhist Nirvana. So
Heaven is not continual worship of God (me), but the fact
that I bathe everyone in slime! '♪ It's raining men, Hallelujah' (The
Weather Girls).
'♪ Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and its ragin'.
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'. (Bob Dylan)
Madmen such as I have a constant craving. Brown says, 'The
testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._
Schizophrenia is 'food trouble' (NOB). I've mentioned four
bodily fluids: amniotic for the fetus, spit which Jesus
used for his magical cures, milk for babes and blood. For
the unconscious, these fluids are all stand-ins for that
most important fluid, slime. When Baptists immerse converts
in the river (washed in the blood), they're practicing for
the New Jerusalem, when we'll all be bathed in slime, after
I open the floodgates. And of course it is not really a
nonstop orgy, but the fact that once we go native, we will
have all sorts of friends and relatives that we'll know and
visit regularly. I, as a madman, have never known an adult
woman, and it has been many decades since I had any
friends. I'm taking the dolls away, to be replaced by
people we know and rely on for help.
Satan is an ape or mimic. He attempts to recreate Heaven on
earth, and instead plunges the entire world into Hell! 'Of
all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows
that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is
to make of heaven an effective reality.', Arnold Bennett.
'♪ If you want to get to heaven you got to raise a little hell.'
As Jesus prophesied, 'in the resurrection of the dead (which is you!) they
will neither marry or be given in marriage, but will be as the angels of God in
heaven.' What Jesus prophesied has now come now come to pass
here in Hell, which reproduces what happened in Sodom
(totally strictly forbidden, of course). 'Mr. and Mrs.
Antrobus are getting nowhere,' Brown observes. They were a
bourgeois family from Thorton Wilder's 1942 'The Skin of
Our Teeth', exposed by Joseph Campbell as a rip-off of
'Finnegans Wake'. There is no point in getting married with
all the sex flowing freely (this is only one way of
interpreting the obscure passage. Alternatively, it may
mean no sex at all). As an angel on earth I for sure
haven't gotten laid so far. But here the flowing sex is so
good and so irresistible, that a single angel, namely me,
can use this sex to sweep billions to the sky! - what a way
to go out (the Secret Rapture)! We are going to fall again,
but into innocence this time - brothers and sisters. It
will be public knowledge what we're all doing in the
bedroom. Heaven has always been only what goes on in bed.
There's a reason Muslims think about 72 virgins.
The fallacy that put you in Hell – you have a 'natural'
desire to be with a woman and she is agreeable. But no one
is ever permitted to put it in! The very moment you put it
in, you become a devil!
The only rule here is, the only rule there ever was is that
no one anytime ever, anywhere is ever permitted to put it
in. And I will maintain a list of the names of every single
man and woman who is a virgin – the ultimate honor roll.
'♪ When You Were Young And Your Heart Was An Open Book
You Used To Say "Live And Let Live"
(You Know You Did, You Know You Did, You Know You Did)
But If This Ever Changing World
In Which We're Livin' Makes You Give In And Cry
Say "Live And Let Die" (stay away from her and don't
stick it in!)
"Live And Let Die"
"Live And Let Die"
"Live And Let Die"
What Does It Matter To Ya
When You Got A Job To Do
You Gotta Do It Well
You Gotta Give The Other Fellow Hell' (Paul
McCartney)
But these gorgeous bombshells/sexpots/dolls here in Hell
are my kryptonite – they make me go radioactive or nuclear.
You may only get tongue tied or dumbfounded, but they leave
me thunderstuck and light my fuse! My neutron bomb
(invisible to the eye) removes (raptures out) people while
leaving structures (buildings, etc.) intact. I am going to
have to defuse my timebomb by getting laid. The best TV
I've ever seen is the season one finale of 'Heroes' titled
'How to Stop an Exploding Man' where Peter (notice the
name) against his will is about to go nuclear and blow up
New York City (a walking timebomb). When Robert
Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb, saw the first
blast, he exclaimed 'I am become Shiva, destroyer of
worlds!', aware of the ancient Vedic 'nuclear warfare'. He
noted it was 'the first blast in modern times.'
'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes
Nuclear (a walking timebomb)!
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'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid =
Erection) (a walking timebomb) over Bombshell Doll
Stupefyin' Jones (Stupefied = Turned to Stone) as she steps
out of a phallic rocket
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(In addition to Stupefyin' Jones, there are other
characters with especially significant names: Appassionata
Von Climax, Moonbeam McSwine, Earthquake McGoon and Evil
Eye Fleagle, Think about what they signify).
Harp Playing Angel/Leg Pulling Clown Harpo Struck Dumb
(Mute - Goes Nuclear) and Sounds his Angel Trumpet over
Bombshell Dolls! Angels, Come Blow Your Horn!
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How stupid do you have to be not to get laid here in Hell?
Dumb as a Box of Rocks! I succeeded in getting a grand
total of three women hot and bothered about me – a skanky
whore who I put under a spell (hypnotized), another whore
and a landlady. Since I'm now in my rightful place as head
of state surrounded by gorgeous women, I can pick and
choose. So let me draw up a tentative list (drawn from TV):
Rachel Ray (who is probably a robot), Teri Hatcher, any
woman on 'Deal or No Deal', the legendary Jessica Simpson
(who also is so incredible that she is also likely a robot
= rigid = erection). I can't omit Anne Hathaway – a very
special lady.
The Jesus You Never Knew
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The rock lyric asks:
♪ 'What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home?' (Joan Osborne)
Let me quote again Constantin Brunner on Jesus, 'There he
hung, the blasphemer of God and slanderer of the most
notable men, the poor malicious fool, the incorrigible
wretch, the whoreson and whoremonger, the swindler, the
liar, the seducer.' Slightly over the top, but useful for
getting Jesus outside the box. Let me throw out some of the
ways I have characterized Jesus here. Each of the terms are
relevant, although some miss the mark more than others.
And, of course, when I use these terms I am also talking
about myself from my own experience:
THE SPACE COWBOY THE SPACE GHOST GHOST WITH THE
MOST THE WHISTLER THE WHISPERING SKULL THE
LAST AIRBENDER THE CHOSEN ONE CRAZY SPACEMAN
MADMAN DEAD FAIRY KILLER DWARF KILLER CLOWN
FROM OUTER SPACE SEX FIEND BASTARD HUMAN
GARBAGE WIZARD MAGICIAN ROCKET MAN
WITCHFINDER GENERAL ANGEL WATCHER THE FOOL
THE JOKER THE PIED PIPER WALKING
TIMEBOMB SHAPE SHIFTER DOA ZOMBIE THE
GOOD SHEPHERD GOD ALMIGHTY
The ancient Kings of Egypt, Babylon and elsewhere carried
such honorific epithets, many of which indicated phallic
potency for a reason since my member does rise (stiffen =
erection)! It has a lumbering life of its own. Some of the
names for readers acquainted with the old film serials may
resonate. The supervillains of the Saturday matinee
cliffhangers had such creepy names as these or the
Lightning or the Purple Monster or Dr. Satan. Inhabitants
of loony bins as depicted in 'The Ruling Class' (1971)
(note the title) are notorious for proclaiming that they
are important persons (delusions of grandeur), such as
Napoleon, the Pope, Jesus or God (the latter being me). The
madmen in the film conduct a sorcery contest (unconsciously
a white meringue = spunk = slime pie fight) to decide which
of them is the real Christ.
'The Ruling Class' - Delusions of Grandeur
By the way, happily, I was never committed, although I am
well qualified to be. But in fact, every one of us are
empty ciphers. They make little impression and attempt to
compensate by drawing others into their delusion (such as
you, dear reader)! The answer to the paradox, which
psychologists couldn't decipher: All mad people, against
their will, are on the rough and rocky road to becoming
gods (it's hard to be a god). And only a small part of
these actually make it through. Some get lost, such as the
criminally insane, and turn to service of Satan.
So, Jesus and I are complete ciphers - you can project on
us whatever you think we are. We are empty ghosts. And the
last thing either of us want is worship - we are here to
serve - to rescue you. I can and will lay Satan down for
the last time. I won the lottery and blew the place Sky
High!
'♪ You've Blown It All Sky High
By Telling Me a Lie
Without a Reason Why
You've Blown It All Sky High
You, You've Blown It All Sky High
Our Love Had Wings To Fly
We Could Have Touched The Sky
You've Blown It All Sky High' (Jigsaw)
'♪ You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?
So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time' (Eagles)
I send you a sign through the air:
'♪ Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin,
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
(Phil Collins)
Jesus was a wizard. Practically the whole time humans have
been on the planet, we have had little knowledge of how to
treat diseases. So we waved our hands over you and uttered
Mumbo Jumbo - the gibbering of the mad. Hypnosis is Hocus
Pocus. This is called in the trade magical passes. This can
really help people get better – it's a matter of
psychology, which Jesus was expert at. When miracles were
attributed to Jesus or asked if he was King of the Jews, he
responded 'You have said it!'' The main thing we all want to
know is that someone cares and is concerned about us
personally, especially if we are about to die. Of course,
if you weren't cured, we gave you the last rites and waved
you off (in other words, touched you with a drop of sperm).
In two stubborn cases of shamanic healing for a blind man
and a deaf man, Jesus resorted to spit, the unconscious
substitute for that other bodily fluid, sperm.
'♪ Jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Well now, jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Yeah, yeah. Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.
Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine. Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, jesus.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name . (ZZ
Top)
You've finally found me in person, the One and Only! Where
else would I be but at Angel + Fire?
'♪ The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love' (Roberta
Flack)
'♪ See the lonely man there on the corner,
What he's waiting for, I don't know,
But he waits everyday now.
He's just waiting for something to show.
Looking everywhere at no one,
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh.
When he shouts nobody listens,
Where he leads no one will go – oh.
Are we just like all the rest,
We're looking too hard for something he's got
Or moving too fast to rest.
But like a monkey on your back you need it.
But do you love it enough to leave it – ah. (note especially)
Who's the lonely man there on the corner,
What he's waiting for, I don't know.
Oh but he waits every day now.
He's just waiting for that something to show.' (Phil
Collins)
'♪ Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
(biblical Daniel?)
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes'
(Elton John)
'♪ Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after when... One tin soldier rides away '
(Coven)
'♪ And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.'
(Leonard Cohen)
Leaving the Fleshpots
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Let's play the children's game: Hot and Cold (holding up my arms).
You're cold. You're warmer. Your getting hot. Close! Your the
hottest! Bingo! You found it! It's my dick! The bird is the word –
the spermatic word, as Norman O. Brown has it. Sperm is the word of
the Lord. In the beginning was the Word. God said let there be light.
Translation: My predecessor and his angels were sounding their
trumpets to close out the last world age/aeon (10,000 year Western
Civilization) and begin the new aeon (the New Jerusalem) – sperm and
slime flying everywhere rapturing out the people of the previous
cycle. Light unconsciously always signifies slime.
'♪ After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested,
he took to himself an orange and tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance. And he saw magnificent perfection ,
(as God once did)
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.
And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not an evil man,
And he understood.
He understood himself.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way it's always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way it's always been. (Moody Blues)
Understand that this is not about your kissing my dick. I'm not here
to lord it over you. This is not alpha male/alpha chimp. I'm no
sadist. I'm no bully. Again, I'm come to serve. I'm the Good Shepherd
come to rescue my lost black sheep (you devils here in Hell). Just
like Moses led the Hebrews out of the fleshpots of Egypt on the
Exodus to the Promised Land, I'm come to lead you out of the
fleshpots of Hell on a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem. Moses said to
Pharoah, 'Let my people go!' I'm here to lay Satan down for the last
time. I am here to harrow Hell, in Christian terminology. And the
nightmare that we're about to embark on will be with all of you and
with me until we reach our physical graves. After we go through
what's coming up, I guarantee you Satan will never be loosed again.
You're getting ready to be punished for your faithful service to
Satan – we're going to go through the Great Tribulation. But let no
one, including the idiot suicide bombers, disparage the amazing
scientific achievements, etc. you've accomplished in your faithful
service to Satan. The last place I'd go for an update on the latest
scientific advances is the suicide bombers. What a bunch of morons!
As the Tribulation begins and the new aeon/cycle opens, we'll enter a
new Golden Age (the New Jerusalem), an age in which we're no longer
strictly human – an age of gods and monsters. The best will become
superheroes or gods, equipped to fight the monsters which will arise
at the same time. The shortest verse in the Bible: 'Jesus wept.',
which means that we Space Aliens rarely show human emotion such a
human love, so it's unusual for us when we do. We are both more than
human and less than human – but definitely not human. Alien Klaatu
(me) speaks in a robotic monotone.
Here in Hell all the men are under a literal witch's spell - that of
the Whore of Babylon. Men are literally sex slaves - beasts of burden
- blinded and charmed by the dolls.
'♪ We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song - -
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution - - -
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again (by the dolls!)
I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss ' (God = me)
(The Who)
'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' (1919) Professor Holding his Wand has
Male Subject Hypnotized (under a Spell)
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The Prosessor is a wizard with his magic wand (= phallus), and the
'cabinet' is the film replacement for a coffin where he raises (=
erection) the 'dead' - his subject stiff as a stone statue under his
spell. He raises the subject as his alter ego to do what he would
really want to to, which is to go out and abduct beautiful women to
bring them back to him lair. This was the real objective of Victor
Frankenstein when he created his monster. It is a version of the
B.E.M. (Bug-Eyed-Monster) to be brougnt up again later. His monster
is the rigid member = erection = raised from the dead - it comes up.
'It's alive! It's alive!' proclaims wild-eyed Victor. It has a
lumbering life of its own.
As a powerful wizard, I'm going to break that spell and wake all the
men. In turn, I'm going to put all the women on the planet under a
spell. They won't be Stepford Wives or robots, but they will be
walking around in broad daylight hypnotized and dreaming. And when I
get that accomplished we will be in the New Jerusalem. Paul says with
regard to Satan's planetwide spell, 'For we wrestle not against flesh and
blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the
darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.'
Your Household
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What I'm getting ready to say is the harshest thing I'll say all
evening. Look at your household. Which divorce are you on? Are you
even married to the woman you're with? How many of you are single
fathers and mothers? It so evil for a man to father a child and leave
her holding the bag. We have babies having babies here. And look at
your children, the fruit of your loins. How many stepkids do you
have? I see there in your household that your kids are mongrels,
mutts, half breeds, literal bastards (look it up in the dictionary)
and worse. Barrack Hussein Obama (a telling name) rightly labels
himself a mongrel. Repeating, the very definition of Hell is that the
wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and monsters.
You have a carnival freakshow menagerie. Brown brought up racist de
Maistre; white male supremacy as natural aristocracy - the Aryan
Master Race revival of the ancient Vedic Caste System, where everyone
is in their proper place in life, making affirmative action the white
male burden/handicap.
You are in Bosch's 'Hell' where cats and dogs try to interbreed. The
opening credits of 'The Devil's Rain' (1975) show images from Bosch's
'Hell'. The title is a deliberate reversal. for the Rain is not from
the Devil, but from me, God.
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Bosch's Hell
Look how you've squandered your precious seed packet, the only thing
that's matters! My own little seed packet has gone missing, so like
you I am a dead man. But I'm dead in a different sense than you. I
have no child, no issue. Like Jesus, no one will carry my genetic
information in the next generation. This is a third sense of dead I'm
using, in addition to corpses and the Living Dead (Zombies). Use the
context to decide which I mean. Mostly throughout dead means the
Living Dead, which I sometimes remember to note with quotation marks.
So, is there an Afterlife, in spite of my earlier comments?
Certainly! The Life after Death you are currently living as Zombies
is that life!
We fairies are notorious for snatching your babies from the cradle so
we can substitute our own changelings (sickly dead fairy babies).
There should be no children here!
Instant Proof You're in Hell
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You're roaring down the expressway. Now, look at the people in the
cars on both sides of you. Do you know who these people are? Have you
ever seen any of them before? You can be certain you'll never see
them again. Do you know what they think and believe? You're in a
dangerous situation. It is a situation ripe for paranoia. For all you
know they could be axe murderers, serial killers, child molesters,
etc. (I chose these three examples on purpose since they are aspects
of what I could have been). You don't know. And here in Hell,
considerable numbers of them actually are such heinous types. In the
New Jerusalem, we be living in small settlements where everyone knows
everyone, and especially everyone's behavior in the bedroom will be
known to all. You'll leave your doors unlocked, without a bit of
worry. Life in these large cities is life in Hell, which is the next
topic.
Cities
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Freud said that civilization is a neurosis (in 'Civilization and its
Discontents'). He was too timid. It is absolute madness! 'Tis a
stupid thing to build cities, especially these multimillion
inhabitant cities. It's a lot or toil and trouble for nothing.
Remember that Cain, the fallen son of the fallen Adam first started
building cities. The world age/aeon/cycle now coming to a close used
to be believed by theologians to be 6000 years long. This cycle began
when agriculture was invented and the first cities were built,
actually more like eight or ten thousand years ago. The two essential
components of Western Civilization were cities and agriculture.
Martin Heidegger, a Nazi sympathizer who never recanted, equated
mechanized industrialized agriculture with the Holocaust. The rows of
corn are people! You are what you eat! Yeats quipped with regard to
the Industrial Revolution,
'Locke sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.'
That time was when God said let there be light. In the beginning was
the spermatic Word. The Bible begins in Genesis only with the latest
world age/aeon/cycle, and there were many prior. Genesis 1:1 opens
about ten thousand years ago, with numerous cycles prior.
'Tis a stupid thing to build cities. Over time all the inhabitants
turn into devils. The fate of Babylon is the fate of all large
cities. Revelation 18:2, 'And he cried mightily with a strong voice saying,
Babylon is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every
foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.' Again, Jeremiah
51:37, 'And Babylon shall become heaps, a dwelling place for dragons , an
astonishment, and a hissing, without an inhabitant.' The 'hissing' is the
crackling of the Weird Radio. Note in both cases the imagery here
connected with fertility. In Babylon, you lose your manhood! The
Whore of Babylon is a castrator!
These gigantic cities are full of devils, demons, monsters, vampires,
creatures of the night, zombies, robbers, thieves, gangsters,
organized crime, juvenile gangs, junkies, winos, prostitutes, pimps,
gays, lesbians, dolls, homeless panhandlers – the list goes in. The
generic Biblical name for all these denizens is 'Giants'. The term
never referred to physical size, but to the fact that they
mindlessly, selfishly devour the earth. The Greeks called the
monstrous Giants that preceded the gods the Titans, who Zeus smote
with lightning. Just like Sodom and as in the days of Noah, as
predicted by Jesus and John of Patmos, there are practically no
decent people left on the planet. You take your life in your hands
when you walk into one of these cities. They're the Land of the
Giants, the Land of the Dead.
In these cities, it's chaos and anarchy:
'♪ Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got
- Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised
- Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama'
(John Lennon – 'Nobody Told Me')
'♪ People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange'
(Doors)
'♪ When the baby looks around him
It's such a sight to see
He shares a simple secret
With the wise man 'Thou hast hidden these things from sages and men of
discernment, and hast unveiled them to babes .'
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
And the baby looks around him
And shares his bed of hay
With the burrow in the palace of the king
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange
land' (Leon Russell)
'♪ there's a man who leads a life of danger
in everyone he meets he sees a stranger
with every move he makes another chance he takes
odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
secret agent man
secret agent man
they're giving you a number
and taking away your name
beware the pretty faces that you find
a pretty face can hide an evil mind (the dolls)
be careful what yo say you'll give yourself away
odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
secret agent man
they're giving you a number
and taking away your name' (Johnny Rivers)
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
(i.e., city in Hell)
Never saw a woman...
(the Whore of Babylon - the dolls)
So alone, so alone'
(Doors)
Brown waxes poetic about these cities (and gets to display his
classical erudition). Some of his epithets: City of Dis (a Level in
Dante's 'Inferno') or Pluto; Satan's labyrinth; Stygian waters; the
Cumaean gates; the mouth of Hades; the Cretan labyrinth. 'This
labyrinthe cave in which we live is the world of the dead; - this
metropolis is necropolis.'
'♪ Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine'
(Elton John)
'♪ Nobody knows where you're goin'
Nobody cares where you've been. - - (i.e., life in Hell)
Cause you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Livin' in a river of darkness
Beneath the neon light.
You were born in the city
Concrete under your feet
It's in your moves
it's in your blood
You're a man of the street.' (Glen Frey)
'♪ Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication
It's the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It's understood that Hollywood
sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging
First born unicorn (androgyne Starchild)
Hard core soft porn (the secret engine of Hollywood)
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It's Californication
Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon's not far away
It's Californication
Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody's been there
and
I don't mean on vacation
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar
They're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world From Californication '
(Red Hot Chili Peppers)
The vertical structures of cities (phallic Towers of Babel) for Brown
symbolize a defiance of Nature and an aggressive phallicity, an
attempt to conquer death through lasting and enduring monuments. It's
a case of the children's game Simple Simon Says (me). Before you do
anything at all always come to me and say 'May I, Lord?' Did you say
to me, 'Lord, may I build New York City?' No you didn't. What we have
here is a failure to communicate. If you had of asked me, I would
have said don't bother, you're wasting your time. I nearly always say
no to anything you want to do. As the Bible tells you, 'Thy will be
done, Lord.' Is that so hard to understand? But after you've built
it, you then come to me and say 'Lord, look at my handiwork. Isn't
New York magnificent?' I say you've went to a lot of trouble for
nothing. That city has now become filled with demons, devils and
monsters. All the cities around the world I have marked for
destruction. And they said, 'Go to, let us build us a city and a tower (a
ziggurat), whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest
we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.' The New York
skyline is prideful man's challenge to God (me) and an attempt to
storm Heaven by force (Tower of Babel). Compare the Book of
Revelation, 'And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought
against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels.' Who wins? God
(me), guaranteed!
How does Attila the Hun get laid? He and his henchmen cordon off New
York city. They take great care to extract all the nubile young
females. Then they torch the city making a bonfire of its ten million
inhabitants, and Attila has a bonus. Gorgeous sex slaves! Attila is
on the way!
'♪ They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I don't like your fashion business, mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
(Leonard Cohen)
The Tarot Cards
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The Fool The Tower of Babel
The King of the World
If you go to a fortuneteller, you'll see them stack the Tarot cards
in piles of suits. This shows they don't understand the cards. It
takes a Fool to understand them. The cards are simple narrative,
start to finish. The cards must be laid out in order. The 0 card is
the happy Fool starting out his journey in life in tattered clothes
sewn out of the multicolored patches of the Joker with knapsack slung
over his shoulder and white rose of innocence while the dog nips at
his heels. With each new card he picks up new life experiences and
strengths. His head is in the clouds, oblivious of the approaching
cliff. Jesus warned: 'Can the blind lead the blind? shall they not both fall into
the ditch?' This way to the ditch where I as the Fool am leading you
(my Fairy Dump)!
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The Hanged Man
Jesus on the middle cross:
'♪ Clowns to the left of me!
Jokers to the right!
Here I am stuck in the middle with you'. (Bob Dylan)
The Fool is not bright maybe, but at least he knows to avoid the fate
of the Hanged Man, the fate of the Jews so often and of Jesus in
particular on his cross. In the card, his body is the Jewish hexagram
shape (Star of David) and has the angelic light of the dove
descending. ''And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove
upon him, and there came a voice from heaven, saying, Thou art my beloved
Son, in whom I am well pleased.' Remember, light unconsciously signifies
slime (as I said above with me on my Great White Throne). And the
halo of light you see in pictures of me and my saints (also in the
psychic 'aura' or the 'vril') signifies slime.
What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Unconsciously = Light = Bathed in Slime!
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Notes found at williamhenry.net: 'Many Spiritualists' and Christians'
acceptance of Spiritualist/New Age claims have argued for
"resurrection" in what might be termed an astral or light body, a
non-corporeal body suitable for life in an ascenstion the other
plane. - - In the case of the transfiguration of Jesus, the term
refers to his transformation or shape-shifting into a shining cosmic
man, a light being. - In Transfiguration images Jesus is portrayed in
front of an open gate, sometimes filled with stars, and composed of
various geometric shapes, such as almond-shaped mandorlas (vesica
piscis) or stars. Alternately, the gate is composed of concentric
rings indicating ‘depth’ or ‘dimension’, and also vibration. (Today,
we use the terms ‘stargate’ and ‘wormhole’ to denote such holes in
space-time.) - All that was required to effect the transmutation was
the Philosopher’s Stone (= the pure tone or ring of the gate). This
Stone causes the body to emit or secrete an elixir - the Secretion of
the Ages - that purifies the body, transfiguring it to light' (which
unconsciously means slime). According to tradition, Jesus in the tomb
had such a light body.
By the way, Sir James Fraser noted, in addition to Jesus, other
bleeding dying and resurrected Gods, such as Osiris, Odin or Adonis
share features in common (virgin birth at the Winter Solstice,
descent to the Underworld - the Harrowing of Hell - which I'm doing
once again with my rebirth as association with fertility). Jesus at
Easter and I are the Pagan Spring Fertility God who's reborn.
Near the end is the Tower of Babel card . The Tower is being struck
by lightning (= slime) and has caught fire. People are jumping out of
the upper windows. The Fool as Wizard Rainmaker is doing these
special effects. And this precisely is what I did during the Tower of
Babel World Trade Center attack, where in addition to the planes,
separately I called up my Invisible Rain and Lighting (= slime)
planetwide (Mass Psychosis). In the last card, the Joker/Fool, who
has jest (not misspelled) come to crown, the wild man from Borneo,
stands as the the hermetic Starchild androgyne King of the World, to
which I equate the World card. 'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.'
Schuchard quotes William Blake, 'the two-fold form Hermaphroditic and
the Double-sex'd/ The Female-male and the Male-female.'
That's who you see. Me. Standing in front of you as King of the
World! However, I don't plan to wear an actual crown like the Fool.
Let me elaborate a moment on Mass Psychosis (the Secret Rapture).
Repeating some of the list from my 1986 book:
PURPLE RAIN COLORED RAIN GREEN RAIN FAIRY RAIN
INVISIBLE RAIN BLOWING THE WIND REAPING THE WHIRLWIND
IDIOT WIND THE WHISPERING WIND WEATHER WAR PLANET
WAVES FIRE AND BRIMSTONE MY PLANETARY ENEMA TWINKLING
OF AN EYE THE RAPTURE THE SECRET RAPTURE WEATHER
WAR THE FLOOD
I said then, 'At first sight, looking over this by no means
exhaustive list, it appears we need to get out our umbrellas (or
perhaps a degree in meteorology). I also said, 'After all, no one can
predict the weather.'
'♪ How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.' (Bob Dylan
Both Freud and Jung taught that the unconscious is collective. It is
the common possession of all of us. Everyone on the planet is wired
together by means of the Collective Unconscious.Brown says, 'The
unconscious to be made conscious; a secret disclosed; a veil to be
rent, a seal to be broke open.' This is the transmission medium I use
on my Weird Radio. Brown noted, 'In the deepest level of our
unconscious, we find not fantasies, but telepathy.' Brown says, 'A
Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . . .
action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the “Occult.”
The message I send on it when I get inside your head is frequently
garbled, and it fades in and out. The transmission medium is not
always clear. The Tower of Babel is the Biblical confusion of tongues
(the meaning of Babel) = Mass Psychosis = the gibbering of the mad on
the Weird Radio = the Secret Rapture. 'And they said, 'Go to, let us build
us a city and a tower (a ziggurat), whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us
make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.'
'let us (plural = Elohim) go down, and there confound their language, that they
may not understand one another's speech. - This is why it was named Babel,
because there the LORD turned the language of the whole earth into babble.'
Brown says, 'Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a
stutterer: Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The
thunder is God stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk.' For Brown,
'Confusion, source of renewal', quoting Vico, 'Imaginative
metaphysics shows that man becomes all things by not understanding
them.' Pentecostals speak in tongues (glossolalia). Brown says, 'The
fall is into language.... And overcoming the consequences of the fall
is speaking with tongues. ... a second fall into the second
innocence; verbum infans, the infant or ineffable word. . . To
restore to words their full significance ... is to reduce them to
nonsense.... Get the nothingness back into words ... Empty words,
corresponding to the void in things. - - Schizophrenics pass beyond
ordinary language (the language of the reality- principle) into a
truer, more symbolic language' and 'attain the mad truth.' - speaking
with tongues; the primordial language, from before the Flood or the
Tower of Babel – the dialect of God is solecism.' And, he says,
'Barbarism, or speaking with tongues
as in Finnegans Wake
polyglot turning into glossolalia.
Pentecost'
Also, 'if consciousness is all words and no silence, the unconscious
remains unconscious. To redeem words, out of the market place - - Out
of this world; out of Vanity Fair; out of the market place. Put the
mind out of business. Words are to be redeemed; taken out of the
market place.'
Now that you see me in person, I can tell you straight out what the
content of the message I was transmitting was. It was: 'She's getting
too hot! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The women are waking up!'
The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack, the Tower of Babel
for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization)
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On 9/11, there were three things going on at once, and one was not
visible to the eye. First, there were the two planeloads full of
zombies whipping through the air going into the Twin Towers. Zombies?
Zombies! Yes, as in my Judgment I gave you a few minutes ago, you're
dead - the Living Dead! Zombies. In his unconscious, Osama Bin Laden
unzipped his pants and sent two silver fairy seeds whistling through
the air to the Towers (he was attacking the Whore of Babylon, New
York, the financial capital of plantewide Hell).
Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds
'The Brain from Planet Arous' -Madman Cackles While Shooting Down
Airliners with his Weird Eyes. (Note the Poster Sex Attack)
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Hollywood closely prophesied this scenario in advance. In 'Flash
Gordon Conquers the Universe' (the title itself is a prophecy of me –
the Sky Marshal of the Universe - bonus, the cast is donned in fairy
Robin Hood tights), at the very end a spaceship (phallic silver seed
to the future) is sent hurtling into Emperor Ming the Merciless's
stronghold, which is a tall phallic tower where he's holed up,
blowing it to smithereens, reminiscent of the Towers. Think of Saddam
Hussein deep in his hole (phallic symbolism). (As an Oedipal aside,
Flash is the hunk, Dale Arden is the doll and their offspring is the
evil dead fairy sex fiend dwarf – Ming the Merciless - me.)
Second, there was the anthrax letterbomb attack by obviously a
madman.
As I said when I discussed the Fool at the Tower of Babel Tarot card,
the third thing was me calling up my invisible thunder and lighting
(= slime) rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis). I
was copying the madman in my favorite movie 'The Brain from Planet
Arous' (1958) and shooting airliners out of the sky (compare the
poster falling airliner with the all fall down fairy bowling shown in
earlier from FlashForward TV). This is Wizard Rainmaking. In other
words, I fired up my Weird Radio - the Secret Rapture (holding up my
Invisible Radio up) a day or so before the attack (we the gods know
when something big is coming down) and continuing for a day or so
thereafter . And at 9/11, I was the only one broadcasting. Like
Osama, I was attacking the Whore of Babylon, symbolized by the Towers
in New York, the financial capital of Hell. The first time I
broadcast in 1973, I was only one of hundreds of angels blowing the
horn. And in subsequent broadcasts, fewer and fewer were
broadcasting, until I was the only one left at 9/11. I'm the last man
on earth! By contrast, you aren't men. You are only devils – zombies
– the living dead. I have known from my cradle that I was born to
rule, and I had my confirmation then, when I as the last man on earth
was the only one broadcasting. So you shouldn't be surprised that I
now stand before you as King of the World!
Neil Young in 'After the Gold Rush' (my second favorite rock song of
all time) 'prophesied' this:
'♪ Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature`s Silver seed to a new home'.
As the Last Man on Earth, the Chosen One he sang of, I turned out to
be the Archer for 9/11 with the phallic Towers as targets. As
landmarks, they were sitting ducks for my slime cruise missiles (my
special effects via my Weird Radio). The silver seeds to the future
were the airliners. The 'loading' Neil 'prophesied' is the resulting
billions raptured out! Pile 'em high! This is my Cleansing/Culling of
the Earth in My Conflagration at World's End! His 'new home' is the
New Jerusalem where I'm leading you!
The phrase 'tilting at windmills' comes from Cervantes' very early
(1605) literary classic 'Don Quixote' meaning to quixotically, madly,
futilely attack targets as imaginary enemies. He fantasized he was a
knight of chivalry. A telling detail: he felt they were Giants! In 'V
for Vendetta' (2005), V, hiding behind a mask, blows up Big Ben as a
(phallic) landmark target, takes control of the airwaves, and later
attacks the Houses of Parliament, all to impress his lady love, who
wavered on accepting him!
To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem
Descending to Earth!
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Now, let me pull together the schematic sequence of events now
occurring. Traditional Christian prophecy uses strict linear time
culminating in the Second Coming and the end of the world. True
enough, but quoting Verene on Joyce's Vico, 'Joyce transforms the
three ages of gods, heroes and humans of Vico's "ideal eternal
history" into a structure of four -- the fourth is the stage of
dissolution, heralding the renewal at the end of the cycle.' So Joyce
added the upcoming fourth age - the Golden Age (Second Coming) to
Vico's three ages. Linear time ends then, and the next cycle begins
making a widening spiral (= cone). Brown says, 'a cyclical view of
history, a cycle of world ages.'
The Vedic Puranas (Sanskrit for 'Ancient Times') labeled this the
Kali (means Iron) Yuga, the last period with devolution, corruption
and degeneration of character and morals. Corresponding is the Book
of Daniel prophecy with the last age as the Iron Age. Similarly for
the Greeks, Hesiod called the last age the Iron Age when men have no
shame and the gods have forsaken humanity. The Mayan Popol Vuh had
four ages. In the age of Wood the creatures walked according to their
own desires and neglected to worship the gods and were destroyed by a
great flood sent by these gods. Such Flood myths are universal.
Arthur C. Clarke's dictum, 'any sufficiently advanced technology is
indistinguishable from magic' is profound. Because, in fact, Western
Civilization has been the (mainly) white male quest to do actual
magic and play God via the circuitous route of science/high
technology, with escalating success. Because during this time, the
men have been hypnotized/charmed by the dolls (the Whore of Babylon)
with tunnel vision, progressively profaning the gods and
disenchanting the world and destroying it in the process.
It's a cycle of decline and profanation: 'A democracy cannot exist as
a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters
discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public
treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the
candidates promising the most benefits the public treasury with the
result that a democracy always collapses over lousy fiscal policy,
always followed by a dictatorship. The average of the world’s great
civilizations before they decline has been 200 years. These nations
have progressed in this sequence: From bondage to spiritual faith;
from faith to great courage; from courage to liberty; from liberty to
abundance; from abundance to selfishness; from selfishness to
complacency; from complacency to apathy; from apathy to dependency;
from dependency back again to bondage.' And, 'The American Republic
will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the
public with the public's money.' (de Tocqueville) - pandering bribery
and vote buying, such as Obomacare which will bankrupt us.
Brown recorded on audio cassette TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS in 1971,
transferred to 6 CDs in 2007 (OCLC 19188640; LCD9772). Then he wrote
CLOSING TIME where he refers to Joyce's fourth age as a 'interval of
timeless formlessness, an interregnum' (translated as a time between
kings). This is the lacuna between sucessive cycles (ricorso), the
last chaotic phase characterized by individualism and sterility, and
representing the nadir of man's fall, to in turn inaugurate the
Golden Age of the Returning Gods. Brown says, 'The golden years
return.', and 'Waiting for a new dawn.' Also, 'waiting for the return
of the theocratic age - to recognize the gods, to greet them.'
referring to Martin Heidegger. Heidegger yearned for this, and as a
proto-fascist believed the Nazis were its embodiment. Some human
beings can come to realize that they are gods — or superheroes — in
disguise (apotheosis).
TIMETABLE
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10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization)
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Jay Weidner's Tetrahedral Hyperdimensional Double Cone Time Vortex
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Double Cone Time Vortex
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The New Jerusalem as it descends has a sacred geometry described as a
Hyperdimensional Cube of Space, such as that of Jay Weidner. Also,
compare Weidner's double cone at the center of his sphere with my
prior (widening) spiral (= a single cone). Note in fact my World Age
diagram is not widening as drawn. Weidner's Tetrahedral Time Vortex
is nonlinear. Quoting him, 'Time is a vortex, and we're moving down
towards the tip. We're slowly cycling our way down towards the tip of
this vortex. And, as we cycle down, the concentric circles grow
tighter and faster; so each circle around is faster, but also closer
to the last one - and a reflection. As the circle above and the
circle below in the spiral are very similar to each other, they are
mirrorsof each other. And, at this point, we'll start seeing
reflections of this densification of time happening as we approach
the tip. And, like the tip of a tornado - which is as hard as a
diamond, even though it's only spinning air - when you have spinning
time, it also is hard as whatever a diamond is in the fourth
dimension, which is what time is. And that's when things get really
weird, because, at that point, the circles near the tip begin
crossing themselves. - - when we hit that eye at the very, very end
of this trip down the vortex there will be no time. And that's what
we mean by "the end of time.' I referred to this time vortex in 1986
as an 'accelerating, descending slope' where time speeds
up/densifies, often referred to as the 'Quickening'. This
accelerating pace of Tribulational birth pangs indicates that it will
not be long before the Rapture Again, 'no rest for the wicked' as
we're driven mad approaching the funnel tip (the Null Point/Omega
Point/Stargate). The event at the Null Point/Omega Point is the new
worldwide global Deluge (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain
slime).'You can enter God's Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The
highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose that way
because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and
few there be that find it.' This way to my Stargate! All aboard my time
machine to the Next Dimension!
'If you take a tetrahedron and you look at it, you can see that it's
like a squared-off tornado. And so we're approaching now very quickly
this point and all of our reaction times are shortened, and so a
mistake is sure to be made.
In fact, what's going on actually is - they're making a mistake a day
or so, right now. Almost every day, they're passing another law which
is just going to make everything much worse when we hit that eye at
the very, very end of this trip down the vortex (such as Obamacare).
All will be over-energized, ungrounded, and disoriented by living
during the last stages of time acceleration.
And then we're going to hit the eye, and then there will be no time.
And that's what we mean by "the end of time".' Compare with my 1986
'prophecy': We are dealing at this point in time with a nation under
siege internally and externally, soon to fall. Numerous other
portentous dire events will be occurring simultaneously that will
dilute the significance of the central event. The World Trade Center
attack (Tower of Babel) was just the inaugural event of a coming
series of catastrophes. We are on an accelerating descending slope.'
Weidner has many insights into Kubrick's films, especially '2001'.
The astronaut psychedelic Time Warp trip to Jupiter signifies he is
being driven mad, as in Kubrick's 'The Shining' when daddy goes mad.
The Black Philosopher's Stone Monolith is the Stargate that I as the
Star Child (a baby in the body of a man) will guide us through (apex
tip of the funnel) to create the New World Age/Cycle (the New
Jerusalem). Joyce says, 'Finnegan Beginnagain'. The silent,
dumbfounding message on the blank Monolith monument (time capsule
testament to the future) uninscribed with words: THE taboo must never
be violated. 'Finnegans Wake' on deposit on bookshelves around the
world itself is such an unintellible mystic tome Monolith monument
for the End of the World Age/Aeon/Cycle. As in ancient days, the
thought was 'Let this poem be impressed upon on a stone tablet
(megalithic Monolith monument), and placed so that one day the others
who follow our species might find it and not repeat our mistake of
violating the taboo. Brown says, ''Finnegans Wake'is not about
anything, it is that thing itself.' I'm the monstrous 'undead'
obscene asexual androgynous Starchild/Space Ghost 'castrated' by the
primal scene come to haunt the adults. In 'Stargate' (1994), Egyptian
Sun God Ra is in fact a power-hungry alien in the form of a young boy
dressed like a cross between a pharaoh and a Vegas showgirl (in
reality such an androgynous Starchild boy in the body of a man).
Quoting extensively, ''2001'displays mankind in the techno-future
built by the masters of the Military Industrial Complex. From his
other films, especially 'Dr. Strangelove', it is obvious that Kubrick
holds no love or respect for these masters. He shows us that this
humanity, imprinted by technology, television and the disappearance
of nature, is also now nearly void of emotions or feelings. Humanity
has become the same as the machines that surround them. Again Kubrick
is playing a monstrous joke on the audience. He is now showing us the
future as envisioned by the same insane technocrats who destroyed the
entire world in his previous film 'Dr. Strangelove'
Great transformations cannot take place without violence, death and
even total disaster. The human race must go to hell before it can
even begin to understand the might of the gods
It is a plan that is brilliant, malevolently brilliant, but genius
all the same (as from a cackling madman devised by what Weidner
labels the shadow government - which means issued by me, God).
Globalization married with the Green Revolution created the resulting
destruction of ancient, sustainable, farming practices. Globalization
has also removed people from the land and forced them into the city.
A perfect trap for The Culling.
Once they remove cheap oil from the transaction, the entire apparatus
will crumble. And it will be a spectacular failure. An All-Fall-Down
that takes everything, or almost everything, with it.
The entire world economy, now knitted together by the New World
Order, will also all fall together.' On conspiracy websites,
according to various plans, such as the Kissinger Report, the New
World Order views overpopulation as a threat to security, and seeks
to depopulate via "limited wars, diseases, and starvation," which we
are seeing play out now. Their plan is proceeding through eliminating
possible cures for diseases. I remind readers that John of Patmos
would wholeheartedly support this NWO with his Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse, as do I.
'The Plan went into its final chapter on September 11th, 2001 (that I
label the Tower of Babel). With the events in New York and the
subsequent wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, it should now be obvious to
any thinking person that there is a concerted movement by some force,
towards chaos, famine and endless wars. They are doing this because
they believe that these events will lead to a dramatic reduction in
population.
The first signs of real danger will be when the people in the inner
city figure out that there is no work. And even if there were jobs it
will soon cost too much for gasoline to justify going to work and
back. Mass transit systems will beg in to fail as they have to keep
raising their prices because of increasing energy costs. This will
freeze out the poorer who will no longer be able to afford simple bus
fare.
Regular maintenance of roads and infrastructures will soon become so
costly that they will simply not be done. Roads and highways will
fall apart soon after the maintenance stops.
The cities will explode when the food supply chain becomes so
disrupted that the food is too expensive to transport from the
country to the cities. Many factions - mostly of an ethnic nature -
will explode, warring against each other as the fight for survival
begins.
Those with the most guns and best organizations will win these
initial conflicts. Those who are not prepared will face an endless
series of disasters. No doubt War-Lords will emerge from the cities
and break out into the countryside where there will still be food.
The people in the country will have to get ready for attacks from the
city folks who will be mighty desperate, hungry and pissed.
Those in the country, especially those who have land and animals,
will be better off than their cousins in the cities. But still there
will be huge problems. Due to Globalization and the Green Revolution
they will face the uneasy dilemma that nearly no one really knows how
to successfully feed themselves. How many of us know how to raise
chickens, milk a goat or a cow, or even plant a big enough garden
just to feed ourselves?
We have been cut off from the knowledge that our ancestors, only one
or two generations ago, had from day one. We simply have forgotten
how to feed ourselves.
Without cheap oil there will be no cheap food.
According to the Plan, the end of this age will be one of total and
complete chaos.
This is The Culling.
According to the Plan five to six billion people will be dead before
The Culling is completed. (Population control/population
reduction/depopulation/alien abuction is a front for human genocide
as in the Jonestown and Heaven's Gates Mass Suicides but on a
planetwide scale.)
According to the Plan, the chosen elites will wait it out. Inside
their citadels, inside their underground bunkers, each person who has
a seat on these modern Noah's Arks will have done something to
deserve being saved (again Dr. Strangelove).
And the secret space program and all of these things - flying
saucers, and bases on the moon, and the Nazis and Joseph Farrell's
great book on the alchemy that the Nazis were doing - this is all
part of this group developing the technology for what I call "Project
GOOD", which stands for "Get Out Of Dodge". And they're getting' out
of Dodge, baby; and they're almost out. (My advice: Take the money
and run!)
There are words created by different cultures - the Hebrews, the
Babylonians, the Sumerians, the Persians - to describe these people.
OK? But their real name is very easy, because it describes where they
go when they get out of Dodge. They're called the Aryans.
"Aryans" is just another word for "Martians", because Aries is Mars.
They escape - at the end of the last Kali Yuga - I think, at the end
of every Kali Yuga - the same cycle occurs every time; it may even be
why there is a Kali Yuga.'
(Let me note the pretinent film 'Robinson Crusoe on Mars' (1964).
Crusoe is a lone Last Man character such as I who watches in horror
as aliens ruthlessly strip mine all the resources. He's in the
position of Watchers/Angels and of TV viewers who have a God's eye
view, a fly on the wall perspective. Weidner doesn't name this as
capitalism which is engaged in destroying the my planet. I don't see
any special significance to the Mayan 2012 Winter Solstice date, but
indeed the Secret Rapture soon by my hand! Also, I don't think
Weidner believes in actual aliens on the planet Mars)
'And everyone's thinking that they're deforesting the planet, raping
the mountainsides, enslaving people, doing all this stuff, just
because there's something that has gone out of control; but it isn't.
It recurs all the time (in cycles). The Vedic texts and the
Mahabharata, this is what they're discussing, including the gigantic
ships, or arks, as they call them. It's backed up and bolstered by
very, very serious ancient texts, Purana texts and Vedic texts, which
tell the whole story very clearly. - - The only way for the Golden
Age to actually incarnate is for the earth start out in a pristine
state again. - - And that's our natural state - very close to the
Earth, no agriculture, all fresh foods, a lot of hunting, and a lot
of gathering. Very spiritual though. Not a grunting life, but a
wonderful beautiful life filled with meditation and a much higher
standard of living, which was what was going on before the Aryans
emerged.' According to Jesus, 'My kingdom is not of this world.' Life will
look primitive to our Western eyes.
And, finally again on Kubrick, 'These people are into deep and dark
sexual practices. I'll try to be as nice about it as I can. The
films, especially the films that follow "2001," are a long expose of
a dark, sex-magic cult that rules the world. 'Eyes Wide Shut' is
probably the closest to actually coming out and exposing the sexual
side of life.'
From these diagrams the Christian timetable is amplified.
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Repeat: Tower of Babel
The World Trade Center Attack was the literal fulfillment of the
Tower of Babel Tarot card. As Brown says, 'the gods return in
thunder'. As I said, 'this was me calling up my invisible thunder and
lighting rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis). In
other words, I fired up my Weird Radio.' This is one of the multiple
Secret Rapture events of which I have been the main instigator, along
with several of my assistant angels.
'♪ Call out the instigators
Because there's something in the air (= slime raining down!)
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right' (Thunderclap
Newman) 'Something in the Air'
The upcoming final Secret Rapture, by my hand, will be the final
conflagration where the world is consumed as prophesied by fire, the
net result being a shitload (pardon my French) of corpses, my fairy
dump, my planetary enema, again to inaugurate the fourth Golden Age,
after I spew slime planetwide! Brown says, 'To bring this world to an
end: the consummation devoutly to be wished, the final judgment. - A
fiery consummation 'Creation will be burned up.' (quoting Blake.)
The Ranters, a seventeenth century Anarchist sect, quoted Revelation,
'The sky vanished like a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island
was moved from its place.' 'Inception' (2010) portrays 'a skilled thief,
the absolute best in the dangerous art of extraction, stealing
valuable secrets from deep within the subconscious during the dream
state when the mind is at its most vulnerable.' When people talk
about seeing movies, they tend to fall back on the rhetoric of dreams
— 'the lights came up, and we went back into the 'real' world'.
'Inception' is an elaborate metaphor for moviemaking (movies give a
God's eye fly on the wall view).
Inception (2010) Conflagration - Sky Vanishing Like a Scroll Being
Rolled Up!
Inception (2010) The World Turned Upside Down! All Fall Down!
Scoop 'em up! Make room! Make room! Pile 'em high! A bonfire offering
to the Sun! Also, 'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee
to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15 'Let the dead bury their
dead.'
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A Secret 'Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing 'Whirlwind of
Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno') (Compare with my phallic waving
Fire Hose spewing).
The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is
that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's not Biblical.
Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul
was out of his depth and language resources.
It is real as the corpses I laid out! And I give it it's proper name:
MASS PSYCHOSIS!
So, just as Jesus correctly prophesied the Kingdom within a
generation, you will soon behold the descent of the New Jerusalem
down to Earth from Heaven!
Business
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I said I'm a Communist. The last century was littered with many
heinous dictators and tyrants. There are in the present day still
many around outside the West. I admire none of them. Like me, they're
thugs, goons, morons and idiots. They're stand-ins for the all mad,
all bad cliffhanger supervillains who plotted World Domination
(mwahahaha!). But I do respect a few of them. I'll name Lenin,
certainly not Stalin, but yes on Mao and Castro. Lenin called Leftism
an infantile disorder – he was more profoundly right than he knew.
Lenin was accusing revolutionaries wanting to establish Utopia (the
New Jerusalem) of regressing to the (incestuous) safety of the
Mother. Leftists are shrill in tone, because unconsciously they see
the taboo is being violated. I also like the Frankfurt School Jews:
Horkenheimer and especially Adorno. They made mistakes in their works
such as 'The Dialectic of Enlightenment' and have been rightly
criticized as elitist mandarins. But here at the End of the World
their brand of Marxism has been ultimately vindicated.
Castro would never use this terminology, but he's a fair wizard.
Specifically, he's a clockstopper (something fairy wizards can do).
As a better wizard, I'm going to go him one better (below). He came
to power in 1959, looked around and said 'Hey, we've got enough to
get by, let's stop the clock!' He made time stand still, and in
subsequent years on Havana's streets all you saw were ancient fifties
dinosaur cars that were the old gas guzzlers with huge tail fins. And
with no repair parts, they were clunkers held together by such as
string and chewing gum.
Mao's successors used their advantage as a totalitarian state to
institute a one child policy in an attempt to control overpopulation,
with mixed results. Repeating my earlier, on conspiracy websites,
according to various plans, such as the Kissinger Report, the New
World Order views overpopulation as a threat to security, and seeks
to depopulate via "limited wars, diseases, and starvation," which we
are seeing play out now. Their plan is proceeding through eliminating
possible cures for diseases. I remind readers that John of Patmos
would wholeheartedly support this NWO with his Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse, as do I. Population control/population
reduction/depopulation/alien abuction is a front for human genocide
as in the Jonestown and Heaven's Gates Mass Suicides but on a
planetwide scale. Jesus cast the demons that possessed a madman 'My
name is Legion: for we are many.' into the Gadarene swine. 'The unclean
spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a
steep place into the sea.' The madness passed to the herd – 'go jump off
a cliff', as in the mad charge of lemmings off the precipice (Mass
Suicide). (Remember, Jesus as a madman and knew how to pass madness
to others). Repeating, 'In modern times, the Cambodian Khmer Rouge
evacuation of Phnom Penh to the Killing Fields was a repeat of
earlier ones detailed amidst the anarchy and chaos in the Puranas for
the same region – the earlier Ascension/Culling through the
Stargate.'
I look at the politicians such as John Howard, Gordon Brown and
Barack Obama. They are hard-working, honest and honorable. They are
all criminals! They've stuck it in! They are automatically
disqualified from rule! I want to address the real rulers which are
certainly not the politicians. They're all in the bag of the
billionaires that are CEOs of the multinationals. These are the real
rulers. They prefer to remain anonymous. But, some have stepped into
the spotlight and have become celebrities. I'll name Donald Trump,
Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Rupert Murdoch, Sumner Redstone, Warren
Buffet, Sam Walton (I use his Walmart!), George Soros and Oprah
Winfrey. Bill Gates is such a nerd that he didn't even get married
until late. A significant number in Hollywood are billionaires. I
mean none of you billionaires any harm. And I am not going to
confiscate your billions. But I have a question. When are you go to
get enough? Between now and the time you die are you going to starve?
I don't think so. So why do you continue to pile it up? There is
something wrong with you! Brown saw capitalism as anal fixation
('filthy lucre'). As Jesus said, 'It's easier for a camel to go through the
eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.' In one
translation, instead of camel the word is rope. Jesus made a Freudian
slip here. Eye of the needle = cunt.
The world is precisely 180 degrees upside down - topsy turvy. Hell is
an inverted world. As Joyce said, 'It's about to rolywholyover.'
'The last shall be first', as Jesus said. All the most vicious, selfish,
greedy backstabbing devils (the billionaires) are on top and the few
remaining decent people here in Hell are on the bottom. Adam Smith,
the grand theorist of capitalism, said that everyone pursues their
own selfish interest (in other words, be devils), and it all works
out (the Invisible Hand). The only rule here is: Grab! Grab! Grab!
Houses, boats, cars, for sure a woman, whatever you can get you hands
on, whether you need it or not. And never stop, just keep grabbing!
Quoting Mt 6:19 – 'Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where
moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.' You
aren't the slightest bit grateful for anything you have. All you say
is: 'More! More! More!' And you don't have the slightest clue where
it's all coming from. You don't care a fig that everything you buy
that you don't need is helping to destroy my planet. The single most
important and revealing verse from John of Patmos is Rev. 11:18 where
the wrath will 'destroy them which destroy the earth.' You try the
patience of saints! 'Behold, the day of the LORD is coming, Cruel, with fury
and burning anger, To make the land a desolation; And He will exterminate its
sinners from it.'
'♪ Come and join the party, dress to kill
Won't you come and join the party, dress to kill
Dress to kill
It's an eminence front (The Who)
It's an eminence front, it's a put on', it's a put on Brown says, 'Apocalypse
strips away the decent draperies on which the whole big lie depends, false front,
the screen of wall that separates the public sphere from the private parts.'
I'm the Reaper!
'♪ All our times have come
Here but now they're gone (Blue Oyster Cult)
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are)
Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
Forty thousand men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet [die!])
Forty thousand men and women every day (Redefine happiness)
Another forty thousand coming every day (We can be like they are)'
'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the
harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15
And with all this stuff, you're still miserable. I put you out of
your misery and rapture you home, just as they shoot horses that are
worn out and foaming at the mouth!
'♪ In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all-time loser,
Headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
Steam breaking on his brow --
Thank God, he stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
In bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees --
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
Catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideon's Bible --
Open at page one --
God stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down. (Jethro Tull)
That stuff doesn't make you happy. Brown says, 'Amidst riches we are
poor, precisely because we have made fetishes of our commodities and
emptied or ejaculated ourselves into them.' It's an old, old story.
Adam Smith said it all works by the Invisible Hand. Smith was blind
as a bat! The Invisible Hand is the Whore of Babylon, nothing less!
And all the billionaires are in service to the Whore of Babylon. They
are her slaves, beholden to Mammon and the marketplace. In turn, the
Whore serves Satan himself. As another famed economist, John Maynard
Keynes (apostle of massive government deficits), noted, "Capitalism
is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the
most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone." This
winner take all meritocratic jungle is mirrored/aped by the Hollywood
superstars. Also, as the saying goes, 'too many chefs spoil the
broth.' It gets crowded as the top where the competition is
cutthroat.
I am not going to close the stock market, but what I am going to do
will cause it to crash. The collapse of the Soviet states
demonstrates that only capitalism delivers the goods, and it will
still exist, but in modified form. Previously, I listed some examples
of things we won't be making in the New Jerusalem. I will keep stock
market open, but I will maintain a lengthy list of things we don't
make anymore. We will make only about 10% of the things we presently
make. Capitalism will still exist, but only in a limited arena. And
the stock market will have fallen to nearly zero, so it won't be much
of a market.
There will be no advertisements in the New Jerusalem. The very
definition of an advertisement is to get you to buy something you
don't need or want. It's selling refrigerators to Eskimos (a non PC
word). In the New Jerusalem, we will take only what we need, and
leave the rest. The way advertisers sell their goods is to use
Sigmund Freud. Proof that Freud is correct, is that, by the Twenties,
the industry listened to Freud. And from that point on, the industry
has always used him with complete success. It is Marx's fetishism of
commodities. And most advertising has always been oriented towards
women. She has usually been the primary shopper in the household.
Let women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the 'stairway
to heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on
a woman's mind is to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the
fashionable clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose
(again, this is Marx's fetishism of commodities). Brown says, 'All
work is women's work. Every commodity is, as Marx says, a fetish,
that is to say a non-existent penis. An investment.' She's a black
hole – she sucks all these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a
woman's unconscious, the things she piles up from the store are
seeds. That's all that's on her mind. She's building her nest. She
doesn't really need or want any of this stuff. All she has to do is
wiggle her finger to get what she really wants. She didn't need to
buy any of it. As Led Zeppelin sang, '♪ with a word she can get what she
came for.' We're in the utopia of the dolls. Their every whim is
instantly gratified, and most of what they ask for they don't need.
They enjoy grinding men down into the dust running them ragged
getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is the male utopia,
where women are handmaids. William Morris' proto-Communist utopia,
'News from Nowhere', was a prophesy of the approaching New Jerusalem,
where the women are handmaids. Do I support feminism? Not! I've never
been PC - Politically Correct! Take that feminazis!
The West used to be patriarchal, but has long since ceased to be so.
The Whore of Babylon reigns by default since we men have lost our
patriarchy – the dolls call the shots here. You may have noticed that
I have been addressing only the men here, as it should be. The Bible
of course is patriarchal, starting in Genesis with who begat whom. I
am 1000% patriarchal, and am going to reinstate patriarchy. All the
freightliners on the highways, all the cargo ships at sea, and all
the freight trains on their tracks all dance to the Whore of
Babylon's (the doll's) tune. She's a veritable Pandora's Box of ills.
So often these days, my good man, you have a woman boss. A woman
tells you what to do. Question: Seed, seed, who's got the seed? Last
time I checked you do. How far is she going to get without a seed?
Nowhere! How come a woman is telling a man what to do? We have women
combat jet pilots here! Totally absurd! Who is really sane, and who
is really mad here?
I can be rightly accused of being a misogynist here, but I don't hate
women. And I'm against both physical and psychological abuse. But my
mission is to hypnotize and put all the women to sleep under my
spell. Repeating, Paul says with regard to Satan's planetwide spell,
'For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against
powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual
wickedness in high places.' Those in service to Satan are trying to
'save the appearances', as Brown put it.
The only valid choice is either the females in command or men. Both
ways you get steely taskmasters. But women can't see. They can't look
beyond themselves and their families. Men have heart. 'Father knows
best.'
The band Aqualung informs us in 'Strange And Beautiful (I'll Put A
Spell On You)':
♪ ' I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.
I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
Another question: Why must any virgin have to work? If no one at all
had stuck it in, not even once, there would be nobody here, and
nothing you see would be here. As Joyce points out in the WAKE, 'to
remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and
Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad
and lass in the lane knows.' Again Joyce, 'It's as semper as oxhouse
humper!'
'♪ Everybody knows the secret (I gotta secret –I'm a virgin!)
Oh, everybody knows the score, yeah, yeah
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord' (Blind Faith)
'♪ And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?' (putting it in!) (Talking Heads)
' We skipped ♪ the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale' (Procul Harum)
(Crowd clamors to see her, the real star of the show, as my bawdy
namesake from Chaucer grosses her out and freezes her into a stone
statue.)
It's a phantom empire! We have become another Atlantis - a Lost
Contintent! It was all built on a bed of sand. '♪ Castles made of
sand, fall in the sea, eventually' (Jimi Hendrix). Gene Autry played
the Space Cowboy in 'The Phantom Empire' serial from 1935. I'm the
real Space Cowboy! Remember it was at the height of the Depression.
It seemed in those desperate days that Hollywood's prophecy of all
the superscience would never come to pass. It did come to pass with
all the amazing scientific marvels we have now. But it all came at a
fatal price. There's the devil to pay. We have to pay the piper - a
fairy collect. It was all a fairy show that Hollywood put on for us -
a fairy trap. For at the end of the serial, the advanced
technological civilization literally melts before Gene's eyes.
Hollywood made a spot on prophecy of the price we are going to pay
for our service to Satan! In terms of the Christian three story
universe, the fairy world of superscience can slide the aboveground
world into Hell.
Clint Eastwood was another Space Cowboy in 'High Plains Drifter'
where he circumscribed a forbidden zone by having the folk paint the
town red to mark it, a colloquial phrase for a 'crazy' thing to do.
Legal Reform
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Precisely as in Sodom, the legal system is upside down. Obvious
murderers and heinous criminals go scot free, and minor offenders get
stiff sentences. Miscarriages of justice are rampant. Day and night
on TV lawyers advertise to take you're case, Everyone sues everyone,
just as in Sodom. I'm going to completely overhaul the tort system
and class action suits.
Tax Reform
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No one on the planet understands the tax code. I'm going to switch to
a Fair Tax with no more tax forms at all.
The Illegal Aliens
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I'm going to interrupt the discussion to get a piece of business
started this evening. Uncle Sam has gone senile, and can't even
maintain the integrity of the borders, the most elementary function
of a state. As of this moment, the INS is strictly an enforcement
agency. I nominate Pat Buchanan to be it's head, if he will accept.
There will be zero immigration until further notice. The
Constitutional provision (the 14th Amendment) that children born to
non citizens in the U.S are citizens is suspended. At places where
illegals sneak in, we are going to set up a several mile
demilitarized zone, and lay down land mines – no fences needed. We'll
also have agents patrolling by land and air. Any human beings in the
DMZ, night or day, will be shot. And you will not receive a burial.
Your bones will be left to bleach in the desert as vulture food.
The INS is tasked with coming up with all the information on who is
legal. This will take no doubt several months, since as a Federal
agency, they typically don't know their ass from a hole in the
ground.
I should know, since I worked until my retirement as a Washington,
D.C. Fed. I deliberately chose that work, because it's excellent work
for slackers. With a Master's degree in Physics, I had a literal
offer to be a rocket scientist - to work at Kennedy Space Center for
NASA. But I chose an easier job. That was a front for my real
separate full time job – becoming God, which is unbelievably hard and
all consuming. I deliberately chose slacker work while I was
developing my powers. Just like Clark Kent and all the superheroes, I
had a secret, dual identity. Like them, I have superpowers, and my
superpowers are real! I'm a superhero! I need to have my costume
designed. On second thought I'll just wear Superman's. Actually,
you'll always see me in casual clothes. In my secret identity, I was
a mad scientist in addition to my real life role as an actual
scientist, on the rocky road to becoming God (it's hard to be a god).
Back to the illegals: Every illegal alien tomorrow morning will put a
for sale sign on their house, car, etc. You can also transport your
goods with you to your home country. When you get your cash, head for
the border. If you don't have transportation, we'll organize
transports. Since all the illegals will be putting their assets up
for sale at the same time, many will be taken advantage of. I realize
you'll only get pennies on the dollar. We'll commission ships for
those from overseas. I will not negotiate with your home countries
nor pay a bribe for them to accept you back. You have to go for two
reasons. 1. We don't have time to assimilate you, we've got too many
other problems on the plate right now. 2. We need those jobs. Jobs
are shortly going to be nearly impossible to find. Plenty of people
will be happy for any job they can get. All illegals are felons,
after all. If you're illegal, and you don't leave, once the INS has
the information, it will make repeated sweeps of all neighborhoods.
If you wait till you're picked up, you won't be able to cash out your
assets, and Uncle Sam takes your house, etc. Illegals picked up in
the sweeps will get one hearing before a judge to prove they are
legal. If the judge rules against you, you will be shot. As of this
moment, no illegals will attend any school in this country. You will
receive no hospital services unless you pay for them. If your home
country won't admit you, we'll park you on the border of your country
in tent cities until someone does take you.
All Aboard My Time Machine!
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Dig my Emperor's New Groove!
When I sing and dance, it mostly comes across as the pathetic mumbles
of Frankenstein's monster (mad gibbering) in 'Young Frankenstein'
when he attempted to sing '♪ Putting on the Ritz', rather than suave
crooning. He spoke in a squealing, dumbfounded, mute speech. But here
goes!:
'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- 'Let's Do the Time Warp Again'
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♪ 'It's astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again
It's so dreamy
Oh, fantasy free me
So you can't see me
No, not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well secluded, I see all
With a bit of a mind flip
You're into the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You're spaced out on sensation
Like you're under sedation
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again
'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'
I, God, am an inventor. I am all the time constructing new devices.
Here in my hands is an example - my very latest, improved model Weird
Radio. See the dials where I tune it in (holding up my invisible
weird radio, tuning the dial). Again you may go, 'Lord, you're
shucking me! You are holding nothing in your hand!' I reply that I
can see and tune my radio just fine. I said I was going to go Castro
one better. I have constructed a time machine. – my latest and best
device. Everyone on the planet is going to get aboard my train I have
constructed, no exceptions, starting with the next session. I'm the
conductor on a runaway train, and you will be sealed cargo. Repeating
my earlier, 'We're all passengers as sealed cargo aboard one of
Hitler's cattle cars for 'imperfect Aryans' (mongrels and mutts) on a
Hellbound train to his Death Camps and Gas Chambers (my planetwide
rain of slime!)' It's going to be a rough and rocky passage, but I'm
charged with keeping it as painless as possible. The main thing is to
keep your wits about you, do what I say, and many, if not all, will
get out of this alive. Repeating Procol Harum's 'Salty Dog' (= Me as
the Captain),
'♪ Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn:
how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die' = the
swan song of dying civilizations (Brown) as all are driven mad!
My time machine does not travel in geographic space. It travels only
in time. It only goes one direction in time - backwards. As the
titles of the movies say, we're going 'Back to the Future',
'Somewhere in Time'. Joyce says, 'A way a lone a last a loved a long
the / riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of
bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth
Castle and Environs.' Browm says, 'the sober reality of the human
condition – the necessity of labor - to be disclosed after the show
is over, after the farce has ended.', which is after I break the
Whore of Babylon's Witches Spell!
'♪ Are you reelin' in the years
Stowin' away the time
Are you gatherin' up the tears
Have you had enough of mine' (Steely Dan)
'♪ People get ready, there's a train a comin'
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin'
(inside your head)
Don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord
People get ready for the train to Jordan
It's picking up passengers from coast to coast
Faith is the key, open the doors and board 'em
There's hope for all among those loved the most.
There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just to save his own
Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner
For there's no hiding place against the Kingdom's throne
So people get ready, there's a train a comin'
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin'
Don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord' Curtis
Mayfield
'♪ Swing low, sweet chariot, (my Gliding Fairy
Boat/Heavenly Throne Perch from which I drop slime bombshells on the dolls!)
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan,
And WHAT did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home,
A band of angels comin' after me,
Comin' for to carry me home.'
'Flesh Gordon'(1974) My Gliding Swan Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne
Perch/Aerial Car/Chariot Crashs and Burns! (God = Me Down to Earth)
I'm going to roll the clock planetwide back to approximately 1900 -
very slowly and carefully. My time machine will plunge the entire
planet into a deep spell. If we go too fast, we'll loose more people
than otherwise on the way. We're facing the most extreme emergency my
poor battered planet has ever faced. I've got billions of you devils
in service to Satan, and under his orders you've almost succeeded in
destroying my planet. Every word from the lips of Satan you hop right
to. The damned don't cry. The bad sleep well. You don't question
Satan. The Bible said you must obey every word, every spermatic word,
from the mouth of the Lord. My mouth. You don't. I don't get no
respect.
I'm going to do what Jesus Christ and Karl Marx was going to do.
Watch Mr. Wizard (me)! Jesus, Marx and all the Old Testament prophets
were all renegade Jews. I like renegade Jews. They always come up
with interesting messianic ideas. Barack Obama (mentored by Weather
Undergrounders such as Bernadine Dohrn) style socialism and genuine
communism are poles apart. Both nationalize the private sector
including health care, etc. Socialism desires infantile dependent
freeloader wards sucking the government teat (the incestuous mother
fixation I took up earlier). Brown says,'Politically we are endlessly
docile. We lust after authority. Toward authority we are infantiledependent.
We foist off our responsibility on others: our vicars act
vicariously in our places, and the presidency can be turned into a
virtual dictatorship just under our lethargic gazes. The parallel is
with a child's-eye view of the primal scene, the parents in coitus,
and the effect of the primal scene is castration. We become voyeurs
rather than participators. Genital organization rather than
polymorphous perversity.' The objective of communism is the
'withering away of the state.' - to end global multinationalism and
to dissolve all state organizations, an event 'prophesied' in 'The
Phantom Empire' serial from 1935.
I'm going to do what Jesus and Marx were going to do. We are going to
go off and be mostly native, mostly barbarian, stupid idiots like we
always are. We will be in fact becoming highly evolved the spiritual
beings, who can access hyperdimensions/other dimensions/the Other
World. You say that this was not in your plans, no thank you. You've
got your three piece suit and your townhouse. You're not eager to put
on a loincloth. We must head in that direction for the sake of the
survival of my planet. We're going to have to have a low footprint on
the ground. Marx complained of the 'idiocy of rural life'. But I'm
leading you to John Denver's:
'♪ Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads'
'♪ When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye yellow brick road ( Dorothy's Utopia of the Dolls)
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
S niffing for tidbits like you on the ground ' (Elton
John)
'♪ Everybody's building ships and boats
Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn' (Bob
Dylan)
' Bodhisattva (♪ also called Buddha)
I'm gonna sell my house in town
Bodhisattva
I'm gonna sell my house in town
And I'll be there
To shine in your Japan
To sparkle in your China
Yes I'll be there
Bodhisattva' (Steely Dan)
In the Deep South, they're clockstoppers:
'♪ Summertime and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine
Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin
(Oedipal Son of a Gun and SOB)
So hush little baby, dont you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning
Theres a nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by'
'♪ L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving a life he's come to know, ooh
He said he's going back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago
He's leaving
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
Said he's going back
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
I'll be with him
On that midnight train to Georgia
I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine' (Roberta Flack)
'♪ Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere beyond the sea, he’s there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I’d go sailing.
It’s far beyond a star, it’s near beyond the moon.
I know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon.'
The Unconscious is Collective. Paul declares, 'there is no respect of
persons with God.' The Kingdom of Heaven is within where we are all
One. Brown concurs, 'God does not go for personalities; nor does the
Last Judgment consist in the award of prizes to personalities for the
performance of their parts. The performance principle must go; the
show must not go on. The parts are not real: for ye are all one in
Christ Jesus; he is not your personal savior. In the Last Judgment,
the apocalyptic fire will burn up the masks and the theater - -
psychoanalysis is not 'ego psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me'
fabrication, a piece of illusion (Maya)'. 'Man looketh on the outward
appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.'. Brown says, 'It is not
that children, neurotics, and primitives are so stupid as to be
unable to discriminate between words and things; it is that they not
are so repressed as to be unaware that personality is a social
fiction, a name a magical invocation of a particular role in the
social drama.' For Brown, 'The outcome of psychoanalysis is the
discover that magic and madness are everywhere. - The mad truth: the
boundary between sanity and insanity is a false one. The proper
outcome of psychoanalysis is the abolition of the boundary.' Satan
highly esteems intellect, and you collect tokens such as degrees here
in Hell, but I'm concerned with your heart.
Further, 'Violent eruption, vulcanism; the patient becomes violent as
he wakes up. The madness of the millennia breaks out; madness is,
Dionysus is violence.
'Whereas psychoanalysts view schizophrenics as trapped in private
symbolic worlds they cannot distinguish from what we call reality,
Brown regards schizophrenic thought as liberated from false
boundaries between mental and physical categories.' The crucified
body, the crucified mind. The norm is not normality but
schizophrenia, the split, broken, crucified mind. "If we throw a
crystal to the ground, it breaks, but it does not break haphazard but
in accordance with line of cleavage it falls into fragments, where
limits were already determined by the structure of the crystal,
although they were invisible. Psychotics are fissured and splintered
structures such as these. We cannot deny them a measure of that awe
with which madmen were regarded by the people of ancient times."
Split the stick and there is Jesus.
It is not schizophrenia but normality that is split-minded; in
schizophrenia the false boundaries are disintegrating. . . . .
Schizophrenics are suffering from the truth. . . . in schizophrenia:
“what happens to the person's own body – is identical with what
happens in the universe.” - The body that is identical with the
environment. Schizophrenic thought is "adualistic"; lack of egoboundaries
makes it impossible to set limits to the process of
identification with the environment. The schizophrenic world is one
of mystical participation (= participation mystique of animism); an
"indescribable extension of inner sense"; "uncanny feelings of
reference"; occult psychosomatic influences and powers; currents of
electricity, or sexual attraction—action at a distance. . . . A
Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . . .
action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the “Occult.”
Dionysus, the mad god, breaks down the boundaries; releases the
prisoners; abolishes repression; and abolishes the principium
individuationis, substituting for it the unity of man and the unity
of man with nature. In this age of schizophrenia, with the atom, the
individual self, the boundaries disintegrating, there is, for those
who would save our souls, the ego-psychologists, "the Problem of
Identity." But the breakdown is to be made into a breakthrough; as
Conrad said, in the destructive element immerse. The soul that we can
call our own is not a real one. The solution to the problem of
identity is, get lost. Or, as it says in the New Testament: "He that
findeth his own psyche shall lose it, and he that loseth his psyche
for my sake shall find it."
Symbolism is on the track of a former identity, a lost unity. - - The
tendency of the sexual instinct is to restore an earlier state of
things, an earlier state of unity. - - Union and unification is of
bodies, not souls. The erotic sense of reality unmasks the soul, the
personality, the ego; because soul, personality and ego are what
distinguish and separate us; they make us individuals, arrived at by
dividing till you can divide no more—atoms. But psychic individuals,
separate, unfissionable on the inside, impenetrable on the outside,
are, like physical atoms, an illusion; in the twentieth century, in
this age of fission, we can split the individual even as we can split
the atom. Souls, personalities, and egos are masks, spectres,
concealing our unity as body. For it as one biological species that
mankind is one—the ’species essence’ that Karl Marx looked for; so
that to become conscious of ourselves as body is to become conscious
of mankind as one. . . .
It is the erotic sense of reality that discovers the inadequacy of
fraternity, or brotherhood. It is not adequateas a form of
reunification of the human race. We must either be far more deeply
unified or not at all. The true form of unification which can be
found either in psychoanalysis or in Christianity, in Freud or Pope
or Karl Marx – is – we are all members of one body.
"The patient connects herself with everybody."
"You and I, are we not the same? . . . Sometimes I cannot tell myself
...” - -
The unification of the human race: a mental fight, a struggle in and
about men's minds. The rents, the tears, splits and divisions are
mindmade; they are not based on the truth but on what the Buddhists
call illusion, what Freud calls unconscious fantasies. The prevailing
sense of reality, the prevailing forms of knowledge, are ruled by the
instinct of aggression and division, are under the dominion of the
death instinct. We are in Satan's kingdom; to build a Heaven in
Hell's despite is to construct an erotic sense of reality. - -
We are all fractions. We are broken
When the infant realizes his separation from the mother in the oral
stage of sexuality, he denies separation (and thus external reality)
and begins to invest in a dream of regainable pleasurable union.
Negation of the external is an act of the death "instinct".
The reunification of Life and Death - accepting for a moment Freud's
equation of Death and Nirvana – can only be envisioned as the end of
the historical process.
And, you can't fix stupid. "Against stupidity the gods themselves
contend in vain." 'For you have the poor always with you.' I'm fine if
you're stupid (and thus poor), in spite of Brown and my earlier
comments on white male superiority, if you have heart.
Twinkle Town
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Nothing good ever has come from Hollywood. Everything has been a
deadly poison putting us ever deeper in Hell. Repeating, Hollywood
has been spoon-feeding/throwing out signs/leaving clues/leading down
the garden path to my fairy dump knowing in advance the final fatal
destination. Repeating, 'We're all passengers as sealed cargo aboard
one of Hitler's boxcars for 'imperfect Aryans' on a Hellbound train
to his Death Camps and Gas Chambers (my planetwide rain of slime!)'.
And, repeating Procol Harum's 'Salty Dog' (= Me as the Captain),
'♪ Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn:
how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die' (= the
swan song of dying civilizations (Brown) as all are driven mad by
Hollywood)!
The movies had unsavory origins. Their origin was traveling carnivals
and vaudeville shows. Movies were severely frowned on in the early
days of the industry. The people behind them have always been sleazy,
low lifes. They amount to dead fairies as a group, although, you
can't say that about any particular individual. It takes one to know
one. I'm a dead fairy also. And I see what Twinkle Town (or, Tinsel
Town) really amounts to. Don't ever sit down at a poker table where
opposite you are fairies. You need to know that if you lose, they'll
not only take the shirt off your back, but they are going to kill
you. You are betting your life. And you also need to know that they
always hold the high cards before you sit down at the table. When you
lay your hand on the table, they always slap down a better hand. The
moral is that children shouldn't play with dead things. The wares
Twinkle Town sells are all deadly fairy poison. Joyce says,
'swishingsight teilweisioned' . (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular TV
broadcasts). Joyce well understood that TV was a swishing fairy show.
Joyce actually managed a movie theater at one point in his career.
Hollywood's agenda is to at a minimum drive all the men mad (notice
the numerous films about amnesia and insanity), or better yet kill
them (another theme)! This stuff'll kill ya! Their benefit is more
dolls left over for the sex crazed fairies that run Hollywood. Joyce
says, 'Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman,
polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree!' Hollywood
is making monkeys out of us - 'too much monkey business' as Hollywood
labels itself! I as also a sex crazed fairy recognize their game
which plunges us into Hell and as Savior, I rescue the men and remove
the dolls! In place of hard headed 'believe it only if you see it'
science and it's wonders, I give you the original magic once again,
which is much easier to do and requires no equipment (except what's
below your belt): fairy science which in fact is barn house science =
what goes on in the bedroom, Hollywood's monkey business. Joyce
agrees, 'It's as semper as oxhouse humper!'
What you see on the TV is what I, God, have always been able to see
without the need for a TV screen – I am all-seeing in my omniscience.
And once TV lets you see what I see, it will turn you into a Fool
like me also – TV gives you a god's eye view like me, a fly on the
wall perspective. It's a boob tube. It will warp and rot your brain
and turn you to stone, the condition I've been in from birth. '♪ I
had too much to dream last night.' (Electric Prunes) (watching TV - band
name suggests planetary enema?)
'♪ Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses, never home
Church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon (turned to stone/slowly
driven mad by their TV sets!)
Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon' (Jonathan King)
There's an obscure film from the early days of TV – 'Meet Mr.
Lucifer' (1953). The message of the title and the storyline is that
everything on the TV is straight from Hell, and if you participate in
any of it, you'll become a devil. Everything you see on TV - all the
people -everything - is a broadcast straight from Hell. TV is the
devil's picturebook. It is mind destroying infantile garbage and
filth. I must shut it all down to put all the women to sleep!
'♪ When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall
Kodachrome (TV as omniscient – God's eye view, a
fly on the wall perspective)
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they’d never match
My sweet imagination
And everything looks worse in black and white (Paul
Simon)
'♪ Leave your cares behind come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind
(the Unconscious)
Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind
Beyond the seas of thought
beyond the realm of what
Across the streams of hopes and dreams
where things are really not
Come along if you care...
But please realize you'll probably be surprised
For it's the land unknown to man
Where fantasy is fact
So if you can, please understand
You might not come back
Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside and you'll see
How happy life could be if all of mankind
Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind
Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Center of the mind'
(Amboy Dukes)
' We're playing those mind ♪ games together
Pushing the barriers planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic the search for the grail
Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower you got to let it grow
So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future out of the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we're playing those mind games together
Projecting our images in space and in time
Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender you got to let it go
So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games together
Raising the spirit of peace and love
(I want you to make love, not war
I know you've heard it before)' (John Lennon)
Brown pithily comments, 'predominance of vicarious
entertainment in - the life of the masses - - what Blake
would call spectral enjoyment - everything on TV; the
lifestyles of the rich and famous offering vicarious
participation in spectacles of waste; spectator sports
offering vicarous agonistics; democracy restricted to mass
voting for media stars.' If you study Hollywood carefully
over the years, as I have, you can't avoid the conclusion
that the engine that has run Hollywood from the start is
porn - all these beautiful dolls that as a group make up
the Whore of Babylon. Most of you are offended by porn and
avoid it, but that has always been the secret motive power
of Hollywood, and this is what has kept our eyes glued to
the screen all this time. Porn is Space Fucking, as in
'Weird Science' (1985), where horny computer nerds conjure
a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le
Brock.), which we're in fact doing with our TVs.
'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured
by Horny Nerds
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All men react Hollywood's gorgeous Bombshell Dolls ('filthy
pictures'), but nerds such as myself also salivate over
gleaming silver phallic spaceships (seeds to the future).
The vedic vimanas (spaceships) dreamed of(these are
spaceships of the mind) in India as the prior world
age/aeon (Hindu yugas) turned into the aeon also now ending
were deliberately revived by Hollywood (e. g., the Flash
Gordon serials of the desperate days of the Thirties
depression). Tales also arose of a Great Flood, time travel
and parallel universes – i.e., their forbidden quest drove
them mad! That prior cycle ended in a 'nuclear warfare'
conflagration as this one will when I again set off my
worldwide detonation (a walking timebomb). That 'Nuclear
Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible to the
eye (it will be hyperdimensional). Kingsley Amis rightly
titled his study of the science fiction genre 'New Maps of
Hell.' This superscience puts us in Hell and leaves us
drooling.
Rainbow Painted Phallic of Madman Noah's Ark Spaceship
(Seed to the Future)
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'♪ Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
- -
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
- -
when you call me
You can call me Al (a prophesy of my name?)
Call me Al' (Paul Simon)
This stuff's designed to drive you mad (welcome to the
club)! This stuff'll kill ya! We're laughing ourselves to
death! These killing jokes will drop you dead! Instead of
buying ever newer large screen TVs to pick up all the sexy
details, you should of chucked your sets out the window!
'♪ He blew his mind out in a car.
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared,
They'd seen his face before.
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of
Lords.' (Beatles)
Television is the tool that amplified the strength of my
Invisible Fairy Rain. I do my Fairy Bowling with the dolls
I see on TV. I see them and launch my cum cruise missiles,
my slime bullets, at them. Rock star Pat Benatar stands on
stage in a sexy costume and sings,
'♪ Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot?
Fire away!'
Young Future Bombshell Doll I Repeatedly Bathe in My Green
Alien Slime Via My TV! '♪ You dropped a bomb on me' (The Gap
Band)
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She's asking for it, and I happily oblige! Note you can't
make out the face if it's covered in my slime. When I set
off my thermonuclear bombs, I'm blasting the planet back to
the Stone Age to usher in the next aeon. 'Murder by
Television', a movie from the Thirties before production of
TV's actually began, prophesied what I was going to do.
Haven't you noticed that practically the only women you see
on TV are dolls? 'What's wrong with this picture?' We've
got millions of dolls now arriving, coming in increasing
numbers! They're here with the aid of TV! TV is their magic
Witches' Mirror!
Through the looking glass of the TV is a Candy Store of
dolls, the strictly forbidden Isle of the Blessed! It's a
Dollhouse! You want to reach out and grab 'em! Schuchard
notes the Jewish Kabbalists taught that a 'telepathic'
sexual relation without physical contact was possible
between male and female fantasizers.
Magician/Juggler Tarot Card (Me)
Trickster/Huckster/Magician Johhny Carson Steals A Smooch
from His Stacked Bombshell Doll Assistant (Carol Wayne)
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'♪ This monkey gone to Heaven.' TV has made us all into sexual
perverts – voyeurs/lechers. You can look but you can't
touch! But I was able to step into the screen to set off my
timebomb! Timebombs are prominent plot devices in many
action movies, practice because Hollywood had in advance
set itself up to self destruct!
'♪ Step right up and don't be shy,
because you will not believe your eyes.
She's right here behind the glass (the TV screen)
and you're gonna like her,
'cause she's got class.
Y ou can look inside a n other world. (hyperdimensional/parallel dimension)
You get to talk to a pretty girl.
She's everything you dream about...
but don't fall in love...
She's a beauty ---
one in a million girls,
she's a beauty.
Why would I lie?.
Why would I lie?
You can say anything you like,
but you can't touch the merchandise. (The Tubes =
TV Screen + 'Down the tubes!')
For the TV stage show:
'♪ Say, it’s only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Yes, it’s only a canvas sky hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Without your love, it’s a honky-tonk parade .
Without your love, it’s a melody played in a penny arcade .
It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed…….if you believed…..
If you.. be..lieved.. in.. me.'
For the benefit of Harry Potter wannabes, this is not the
'Coast to Coast AM' radio version. The Unconscious is
Collective. LEGION (2010) depicts Me at the Final Battle
vowing vengeance and wiping out the human race that I Judge
as no longer worthy of Me. 'My name is Legion: for we are many.'
(possessed by demons). Wizards are 'sensitive'- able to
commune with the 'dead' as vessels of the Collective
Unconscious on the Weird Radio, and can become
professionals through our abilities. Symptoms of the mad,
such as hallucinations and hearing voices merely means we
are directly tapped into this Collective Unconscious. As in
the film 'The Signal', receivers of this Weird Radio may go
criminally insane. It is painful, deadly, poisonous and
contagious. The film 'The Last Airbender' depicts such a
Chosen One, a boy (really meaning a narcissistic fairy – a
boy in the body of a man as with the Dalai Lama) with this
power to emit and receive. He can bend the 'air', in other
words, curve space and warp time. He is the lone human who
can harness the powers of each element to restore balance
to the ravaged world (possessing the keys to Hell and
Death). Like the Hanged Man Tarot card and Jesus and I, the
rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us off.
Repeating what I said earlier, you legitimately may go,
'Let's take this sucker out!'
The Last Airbender - Orgone
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The 'smoky' mist is being emitted by the 'boy' from his
mountaintop cavern. Unconsciously this signifies the slime
he is spewing from his Fire Hose planetwide!
The Last Airbender Pie Fight!
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'The rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us
off.' The warships are lobbing flaming shells (unconscously
slime) to stop the boy spewing. It's a paintball(slimeball)
pie fight!
Pie Fight!
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'♪ You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
- -
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it's fruition.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me. I will turn your face to alabaster ,,
(stone)
Then you'll find your servant is your master And you'll be wrapped around my
finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
You'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.....' (Sting)
We shamans are technicians of the sacred who can control
and manipulate the spirit world and receive manifestations
(conjuring the 'dead'). Analogies of this insubstantial
spirit world are such as mirror images, reflections in the
water, shadows or dream images. Techniques to reach that
Otherworld/parallel universe/hyperdimension include scrying
or crystal ball gazing and channeling, used to enter an
ecstatic trance to make contact. Jewels such as faceted
diamonds can be used for this purpose. Power rings are
objects that can magnify/illuminate the powers of the
wielder, although considered to be hokum by objective
science. Quoting the dictionary: Necromancy is a form of
magic in which the sorcerer practitioner seeks to
summon/conjure the spirit of a deceased person, either as
an apparition or ghost, or to raise them bodily, for the
purpose of divination. These ghost/spirit apparitions are
the thought forms known in Tibet as tulpas. Through TV by
social engineering and billions of dollars, Satan mimics
that world. Hollywood is the Dream Factory mandated to
create artificial fantasies that match those of our dirty
minds. TV hypnotizes (puts under a (witch's) spell). Beta
state is normal wakefulness, alert. In the alpha state your
brain waves register as a light trance (light hypnotic
state). When you are in deeper hypnosis, dreaming,
meditating, or 'zoned out'/on autopilot, you're in theta.
You become a Scanner living your life vicariously through
the representatives/avatars on your TV screen and you lose
track of time and your own unlived life. Many mad people
such as I can instantly access the Other
World/Hyperdimension which is right in front of everyone
without needing the TV screen if they would but open their
eyes. Those with poor eye contact 'march to a different
drummer' believe in/view in different things from the
people around them and have different objectives in life.
Notes from Wikipedia on parallel universe/alternative
reality/altered state of consciousness/another
dimension/hyperspace astral plane:
'The astral plane, also called the astral world, is a plane
of existence postulated by classical (particularly neo-
Platonic), medieval, oriental and esoteric philosophies and
mystery religions. It is the world of the planetary
spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way
to being born and after death, and generally said to be
populated by angels, spirits or other immaterial beings. In
the late 19th and early 20th century the term was
popularised by Blavatsky's Theosophy. - According to occult
teachings the astral plane can be visited consciously
through astral projection, meditation and mantra, near
death experience, lucid dreaming, or other means.
Individuals that are trained in the use of the astral
vehicle can separate their consciousness in the astral
vehicle from the physical body at will. In theosophical
literature the term "astral" may refer to the aether. - the
idea of "another world" from myth, legend and religion.
Heaven, Hell, Olympus, Valhalla are all “alternative
universes” different from the familiar material realm.
Modern fantasy often presents the concept as a series of
planes of existence where the laws of nature differ,
allowing magical phenomena of some sort on some planes.
This concept was also found in ancient Hindu mythology, in
texts such as the Puranas, which expressed an infinite
number of universes, each with its own gods
'The main plotline is a project by aliens who inhabit a
parallel universe (the para-Universe) with different
physical laws from this one. By exchanging matter with
Earth, they seek to exploit these differences in physical
laws. The exchange of matter provides an alternative source
of energy in their dying Universe. However, the exchange of
physical laws will have the ultimate result of turning the
Earth's Sun into a supernova, and possibly even turning a
large part of the Milky Way into a quasar (my Conflagration
at the End of the World) - matter has been swapped by
beings in the parallel universe and leads to the
development of a cheap, clean, and apparently endless
source of energy. (= slime!) - The need to transfer
equivalent amounts of mass between the worlds explains why
a changeling is left for a kidnapped child. Interactions
between magical and scientific universes, and the
protagonists' attempts to restore and maintain the balance
between them (as in 'The Last Airbender')
One motif is that the time flow in a parallel universe may
be very different, so that a character returning to one
might find the time passed very differently for those he
left behind. This is found in folklore: King Herla visited
Fairy and returned three centuries later.
Elfland, or Faerie is the otherworldly home not only of
elves and fairies, but dwarves, goblins, trolls, and other
sinister folkloric creatures, populated by the daydreams of
mundane people (the Collective Unconscious). The most
famous treatment of the alternative universe concept in
film could be considered the The Wizard of Oz, which
portrays a parallel world, famously separating the magical
realm of the Land of Oz from the mundane world bridged by a
'tornado'. These "lost world" stories can be seen as
geographic equivalents of a "parallel universe", as the
worlds portrayed are separate from our own, and hidden to
everyone except those who take the difficult journey there.
The geographic "lost world" can blur into a more explicit
"parallel universe" when the fantasy realm overlaps a
section of the "real" world.
SF writer Poul Anderson depicts Hell as such a parallel
universe in 'Operation Chaos' In Hell the protagonists
encounter an especially nasty form of torture reserved for
heavy sinners: to be enclosed in horrible, clumsy ground
vehicles which emit noxious fumes and move with agonising
slowness along crowded strips of asphalt (our crowded
expressways!).'
With respect to Coast to Coast AM and the numerous alien or
ghost hunter shows on TV, don't search here and yon for
these entities. Just study what is on the screen! The uncut
version of 'The Devil's Rain' has a globe of souls (crystal
ball = TV) containing the tormented damned which is
consigned to a 'bottomless pit' as in Revelation,
prophesying the fate of TV sets and TV broadcasts, all set
in advance to self-destruct.
I have said you've met your maker, but it actually goes
back and forth. Did I make you, or did you make me - out of
your unconscious? I am the Id monster that you made with
the aid of Hollywood out of your unconscious, again, the
Beast slouching towards Bethlehem. Hollywood had a big part
in making me, as indicated in the film 'Making Mr.
Right'(rigid robotic movements = erection with a life of
its own ). Alien 'Starman' also has lumbering, clumsy
movements, just as Frankenstein's monster. And I'm a quick
study. All through this session, I've referred to various
movies and songs. I'm the only person who knows what each
movie actually means – far different from what each one
supposedly means. Hollywood in fact had two mandates. The
first was the easy part - to put us in Hell. The second
part was to create me, someone who can lay Satan down. For
Hollywood deliberately was charged with temporarily driving
the whole world mad (Mass Psychosis), so that I
singlehandedly, a raving madman and the Last Man on Earth -
the Lone Ranger - the Sole Survivor - Suspect Zero would be
the only sane person left on the planet able as King of the
World to rolywholyover this topsy turvy inverted world of
Hell! Somebody's got to do it!
'♪ Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of keys (my keys to Hell and Death)
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger.' (Arlo Guthrie)
I came here to deliberately shoot ourselves in the foot.
I'm going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg.
Specifically, Hollywood is out of business shortly. James
Joyce in the WAKE instructed us to 'Roll away the reel
world!' (spelling r-e-e-l). As Joyce says, 'Shadows by the
film folk, masses for the good people.' The Hollywood
fairies have put us in a fairy world, one that will not
withstand the scrutiny of the light of day. In particular,
at a date that I'll set all worlwide all entertainment
production will cease. Movie screens will go dark
planetwide. Radio and TV broadcasts will cease. Keep your
existing dvds, etc., including porn. It's just that there
won't be any new ones coming out. You have tens of
thousands of titles to look at and trade with others.
Hollywood was out of ideas by the Seventies, and since then
it has all just been recycled anyway. Once all screens go
dark, the dolls will all vanish! They'll literally melt
down and disappear exactly like that other witch - the
Wicked Witch of Oz! Once their magic Witch's Mirror (TV)
goes dark, they'll turn back into plain women. Hollywood
has been deliberately spoon feeding us 'poison' knowing in
advance that it would kill us all! This was its mandate and
agenda from the start.
The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation)
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'And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved.'
Think about the implications of no Hollywood. The more you
think about the dimensions of it, the more you will realize
that it will lead to a worldwide economic collapse. For
starters, the millions in entertainment production and in
broadcasting are out on the streets. I say to the
millionaire movie stars: You've made your ill gotten gains.
Take the money and run! Jay Weidner concurs: Get out of
Dodge! Movie stars get paid those millions for simply
reading what someone else has wrote. It's the biggest scam
going.
We have to go through this collapse to lay Satan down. The
collapse will be more severe than the Thirties Depression.
In that earlier Depression, our granddaddies hopped a
boxcar and rode to the end of the line. They should have
stayed right there. This time we are not going to recover
from it. As I say, instead we are going backward in time,
and eventually going mostly native. There will be
practically no jobs to be had. No job means no mortgage
payments and evictions. We may not even have any currency,
depending on how bad it gets. The central banks may not be
able to prop up the dollar. Just like the Thirties we'll
have millions upon millions on the streets. It's back to
breadlines and soup kitchens. After we go through what's
coming up, we will make certain that Satan is never loosed
again, as I've said. Get your affairs in order!
I'm making a lot of changes. The U.S. will cease foreign
aid to any country. The U.S. will no longer be the
policeman of the world. We will in the future rarely
intervene, if at all, in any foreign conflicts. With Uncle
Sam belly up, we'll likely go hat in hand to other nations
for handouts, although they will likely be broke also.
To the Heads of State in the Far East
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We in the West are shortly going to sign off. Don't
conclude that it is now your turn to advance. You must
close up shop now also. Specifically, you must all shut
down the entertainment industry when we in the West do. The
spectre of billions of Chinese driving cars is terrible to
contemplate. In China, you need to set the clock back to
1900 with its Imperial Court and the warlords. I will be
starting no wars, but rest assured, if we're attacked by
anyone, such as China, we will defend ourselves fiercely.
If we must have Armageddon, so be it. At least, if it does
happen, it will have the benefit of reducing the
population.
SCIENCE
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Satan was deliberately released for his season around a
thousand years ago, mainly so we could get all this
amazing, knock your socks off science, technology, medicine
and engineering. Because you are such faithful servants of
Satan, that fact was used to trick you into producing the
moonshot and the rest of it. The main objective was to get
Armstrong's moon walk. This cycle coming to an end could
have just as well been closed right then. If we had closed
down in 1969, what we have to go through ahead would have
been much easier. That is because all through the decades
since we have been progressively descending deeper into
Hell under the influence of Twinkle Town.
There are inexhaustible ways to characterize Jesus, but the
first way I would characterize him is as a stone age man –
a cave man. The simple craftsman life in Galilee was too
complex for him. More specifically he was a Stone Age
Siberian style shaman from the desert steppes (Eliade) who
had in their kit bag everything that Jesus had. But
secondly, he was a rocket man. The only objective of the
gods has always been to get to the stars. We created you
solely for this purpose. You are here only as tools to
accomplish this. Heidegger labeled you a 'standing
reserve', technologically usable material which can be
exhausted and disposed of (my Fairy Dump).
♪ I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
I'm a rocket man, a rocket man' (Elton John)
All we needed for this world age/aeon/cycle (Western
Civilization) now ending was proof of principle that we can
one day get off the planet when the time comes (the
moonshot). When we do get there, we will not be dominating,
exploiting or colonizing other worlds. Instead, we will
exploring and discovering. We will join forces with the
others who are waiting for us and combine technologies for
our mutual benefit. Billions of years ahead, we will be in
many different forms, unrecognizable. Ultimately, we will
be Masters of the Universe - our ultimate destiny.
The paradox is that, in order to get to the stars, we have
to temporarily forget about it and go off to the New
Jerusalem instead. We will limit ourselves to spaceships of
the mind until then. I have the planet under quarantine.
You've almost destroyed this planet, and I will certainly
not let you do the same thing elsewhere. In the meantime,
we have to keep this planet in good enough shape so that we
can get by until we are ready to leave the planet. In the
New Jerusalem, I'll be working on your heart – getting some
of that selfishness and greed out of you. I, God, have
never succeeded with your heart in spite of many tries. But
someday you come to me and say 'Lord. Is it time?' And I'll
say 'yes it is time – I've got your heart in pretty good
shape finally.' Then we'll get busy and build fleets, not
just one, of starships. Right now it seems nearly
impossible to build just one. But when the time comes,
it'll be fairly easy. Then, we're off!
With the economic collapse, Uncle Sam will likely be nearly
bankrupt. That means no grant or contract money for
science. Which means no research. If you have your own
funding, research away! In particular, theoretical
physicists, you don't need much funding. All you need is
blackboard, chalk, pen and paper and some computers. You
can continue your work even through all the problems we'll
be going through. I have a special assignment for you. I
need quantum gravity. You are tantalizingly close to
getting it. If you don't get it before this cycle closes,
it is going to be a long time before we have this much
brainpower assembled on the planet again. Once we have it,
we will know how to build the starship drives. Get busy!
On a closely related subject, my own two cents. Physicists
have found the Dark Energy. You should consider the
possibility of an ether. Einstein disproved an
electromagnetic ether, but Einstein said all has life that
there still might be an ether. Einstein's cosmological
constant is nonzero, implying the ether. The Reichian
Cosmic Orgone that will bathe us all permanently in slime
once I open Heaven's floodgates and rain men from my perch
(Great White Throne) is the counterpart of the ether. Plus,
add the latest, the dark flow, the astronomical data
implying the entire universe is being pulled into another
one!
Conclusion
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This concludes this session. I have two homework
assignments. MTV, voluntarily discontinue your current
programming and instead run in a loop the list of music
videos from the first years of MTV, which is found only in
the print version of my 1986 book. Those were before the
days of closed captioning, so scroll in large letters on
the bottom of the screen the lyrics, which is what's
important. By 1986, MTV self-destructed and Hollywood's
show was over. While I'm thinking about it, add two videos
from Kate Bush that I didn't list. The first is
'Cloudbusting' showing Wilhelm Reich's rainmaking machine,
me being a rainmaker. His machine was nothing but twisted
tubes with no power supply of any kind. Reich was a Space
Gunner!
Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video- Reich's Space Gun!
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Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior Image of
Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!)
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The rain was Fairy Rain (Mass Psychosis), not water. By the
way, Reich's writings are an incoherent jumble. This is not
surprising, since he was mad. But his life was interesting.
Freud kicked him out of the International Psychoanalytical
Association when he became a member of the Communist Party.
He was then kicked out of the Communist party because of
his views on sexual freedom. By the Thirties, he was
paranoid schizophrenic (probably infected by one of his mad
patients). By the Fifties, Reich had deteriorated with his
madness. He was seeing saucers and cloudbusting. Finally,
the Men in Black (the federal FDA) threw him in jail, where
died of a heart attack. Reich's Orgone (he meant Mass
Psychosis) was considered crackpot. Add also Bush's video
'Experiment IV', where the madman blew all the
psychiatrists of his asylum to smithereens with no visible
weapons.
Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4' Video - Madman Raptures Out his
Psychiatrists! All Fall Down! Megadeath!
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Again, that's me - mad, drooling, infectious, deadly and a
sex crazed madman, foaming at the mouth! I'm the Crazy
Spaceman (the B.E.M. or bug-eyed monster) abducting the
doll seen often on lurid, cliche sci-fi and horror movie
posters – the tale of Beauty and the Beast.
'♪ The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
(floodgates of Heaven opened to rain slime!)
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. (Pink Floyd)
Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me)(drool = slime I spew!)
FlashForward TV Finale. All Fall Down! Megadeath! (Compare
with Prior Image where Madman Raptures Out his
Psychiatrists!)
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'♪ Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees and begged
You not to leave
Because I'd go berserk?
Well!
You left me anyhow and then
The days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind.
And
They're coming to take me away, Ha-ha
They're coming to take me away, Ho-ho
Hee-hee-haa-haa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those
Nice young men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-ha!
You thought it was a joke
and so you laughed, you laughed,
when I had said that losing you
would make me flip my lid.
Right?
You know you laughed
I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed
and laughed and then you left but
Now you know I'm utterly mad
And
They're coming to take me away, ha-ha,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho,
hee hee, haa haa
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket-weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-hahaha...
I cooked your food, I cleaned your house,
And this is how you pay me back for
All my kind, unselfish, loving deeds,
Hah?
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet
And when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangy mutt!
And
They're coming to take me away, Ha-ha
They're coming to take me away, Ho-ho
Hee-hee-haa-haa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those
Nice young men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-ha!
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket-weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-hahaha...
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see..... Dr.Demento - (Me) as a
Demented Pervert!
'If the Earth dies, you die. But if you die, the Earth
survives.' Thus sprach Klaatu (Kenau Reeves) in the dull
2008 remake of THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL. In a lousy,
cheapo hippie movie, the title says it all, 'Gas! or It
Became Necessary to Destroy the World in Order to Save It'
(Gas = the planetwide rain of slime I send! = compare with
Hitler's gas chambers!) His voice is that of a mechanical
man (robot). My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to
rapture out billions of you devils (all of whom were once
human beings)! We Space Aliens/Madmen typically speak in
such a monotone to mimic the way we hear the secret
messages (the gibbering of the mad - racing thoughts) that
we forward when we receive them on the Collective
Unconscious, crackling, buzzing and humming. The song
'Radar Love' conveys these messages. Their band name
'Golden Earring' means the ringing in your ears (or Led
Zeppelin's humming in your head, or wave in the air).
'Sane' people can't seem to hear it very well.
Secondly, in my correspondence with Brown prior to his 2002
death, it was clear his published works were the tip of an
iceberg. I would like a curator to produce a collected
papers of Norman O. Brown from the University of California
at Santa Cruz, where they're housed in 71 boxes ((MS-35 -
view at at Norman O. Brown). This includes all his articles
and letters, in addition to his books. Many of the articles
were printed in obscure, hard to obtain literary journals.
My letters to him (1971-83) are in box 12, folder 38. Brown
deposited the print copy of my book I sent him in the UC
Santa Cruz library. He 'admitted' to me he put the sexual
foremost. In 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪ there are two paths you can
go by': sexual excess or abstinence. Either road can
enlighten. In private life, Brown wasn't promiscuous at
all. In this regard, Brown said in 1970, "Polymorphous
perversity in the literal, physical sense is not the real
issue. I don't like the suggestion that polymorphous
perversity of the imagination is somehow second-best to
literal polymorphous perversity." Brown says,'Literal
meanings as against spiritual or symbolic interpretation, a
matter of Life against Death. The return to symbolism, the
rediscovery that everything is symbolic - - all metaphors
are sexual, a penis in every convex object and a vagina in
every concave one - - is psychoanalysis. A return or
turning point, the beginning of a new age (Aquarius?); the
Third Kingdom, the age of the spirit prophesied by Joachim
of Fiore; or the second coming, the resurrection of the
body. For Brown, 'to construct an erotic sense of reality
to become conscious of symbolism. Symbolism is mind making
connections (correspondences) rather than distinctions
(separations).' Combine Brown's (and my) infantile
polymorphous perversity, narcissism and controlling
temperament, and you see we're both fairies.
If you decide it's time to riot and loot, you're only going
to make matters for yourself and everyone else. Don't do
it! You're in the hands of the Lord now, and I'm here to
serve. '♪ He's got the whole world in his hands.' I'm here to help as
many as possible you to make it through this.
It would alleviate the Tribulation we'll be going through
if the TV networks would suspend regular programming and
concentrate on the contents of this address. This can come
in the form of news commentators, debates, economists'
discussions, etc. Parenthetically, on the economy: the
economy is a confidence game – Adam Smith's Invisible Hand.
It's a a literal con game – a house of cards. That is, if
you have confidence in it, it holds together and if you
loose confidence in it, it falls apart. If tomorrow
everyone panics, then my prophesied collapse will begin
then rather than after my second address. If so, so be it.
The next address will be at an earlier hour since what I
will say children can hear. In the future I will say
nothing more about the topics I have discussed tonight.
Although, if you let me know, I can ramble on about these
topics for hours on end, and every bit of it will be new. I
enjoy it. But I strongly suspect that after what you've
heard this evening, you won't be eager to hear more. As a
favor, I'll not subject you to more, unless you want me to.
At my next address, I will set the date when the
entertainment industry shuts down, with detailed directives
with respect to that industry. Also, I'll issue my Muslim
Edicts, with the objective of systematically, peacefully
removing each and every Muslim out of the United States and
urging every country outside the Middle East to do
likewise. And, of course, (slowly) removing women from the
workplace and giving those jobs to men.
This concludes tonight's address. Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen, until next time.
“It ain't over 'til it's over.”
“It ain't over 'til the Fat Lady Sings.”
APPENDIX: THE SECRET RAPTURE
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The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is
that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's not Biblical.
Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul
was out of his depth and language resources. It is real as the
corpses I laid out! The (inferior) remake of 'The Day the Earth Stood
Still' (title = fairy clockstopping) informs us: 'If the Earth dies,
you die. But if you die, the Earth survives.' My clear task as space
alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions! And I give the Secret
Rapture it's proper name:
MASS PSYCHOSIS!
Brief excerpts from Margaret MacDonald’s 1830 Secret Rapture
prophecy:
It was first the awful state of the land that was pressed upon me. I
saw the blindness and infatuation of the people to be very great. I
felt the cry of Liberty to be just the hiss of the serpent to drown
them in perdition. It was just ‘no God’, ----
I saw the people of God in an awfully dangerous situation, surrounded
by nets and entanglements, about to be tried, and many about to be
deceived and fall. Now will THE WICKED be revealed, with all power
and signs and lying wonders, so that if it were possible the very
elect will be deceived.
'In the last days, perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own
selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents,
unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers,
incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady,
highminded, lovers of pleasures, having a form of godliness but denying its
power. And from such people turn away! For of this sort are those who creep
into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led
away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge
of the truth.' 2 Timothy
APPENDIX: From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME
Return to Topics
There two senses (at least) for Brown's title.
First, the approaching end of history and time.
'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'
'Thatll beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy
crushmess!'
'On the verge of closing time. --'
'It is later than you think.'
'Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. What era's
o'erring? Lang gong late. Faurore! Fearhouse! At last it past!'
'The thing that we dread has already happened. The thunder of the
crash: -- The sense of an ending: Western Civilization is over.'
And secondly, 'Shut up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.' It's
up to us to insure that it's over.
Below are the citations that Brown in 1973 culled from Joyce's Wake
(in quotes) and from Vico's New Science (labeled NS), and also some
from Brown's earlier LOVE'S BODY (1966). Brown's comments are labeled
NOB. Combining Joyce with Vico (an acknowledged influence on Joyce)
would be, according to Joyce, a feat of: 'the book of doubledends
Jined'. Brown entwined Joyce and Vico. Joyce uses the word salad of
the mad (gibbering) and the slurred speech of the drunken. Finnegan
is after all an Irish pub owner well acquainted with whiskey.
'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.'
'Array! Surrection!'
'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually
seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.'
'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.
'Loud, graciously hear us'
'She, she she! But on what do you again leer? I am not
leering. I pink your pardon.
I am highly sheshe sheserious.'
The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom,
which would be still external, but with the identification of the
city and kingdom with one's on body (NOB)
'the body is a historical variable'. (NOB)
No more Greek revival (NOB)
'Lights, pageboy, lights!'
waiting to stop the show, the farce
waiting to bring the house down. (NOB)
waiting for the new dawn
(NOB)
'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to rolywholyover.'
'tell Hell's well.'
'In the name of - - their holocaust, Allmen.'
'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and
Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad
and lass in the lane knows.'
'It's as semper as oxhousehumper!'
'Roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!'
'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.'
'Finn, again!'
there were giants in the earth in those days - Genesis
-history begins with bestial giants (as in Finnegans Wake ) (NOB)
'The great fall of the oftwall entailed at such notice the pftjschute
of Finnegan.'
The polis is polished
civilization is polite
is policed. (NOB)
The delineaments of giants (NOB)
god-fearing giants, as opposed to the impious giants who continued
the infamous communism of things and of women. (NS)
The entire original human race was divided into two species: the one
of giants, the other men of normal stature; the former
gentiles, the latter Hebrews. (NS)
Men first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend to
comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow
dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.
(NS)
That's where it's at: decline.
The Decline of the West O. Spengler)
First the age of the gods, then the age of heroes,
then the age of men. The origin is sacred; the decline is
secularization, process is profanation. (NOB)
In all nations of the world the priests kept such doctrine secret
even from their own plebs, whence indeed it was everywhere called
secret doctrine, for sacred is as much as to say secret. (NS)
As with Freud, it is primarily a matter of toilet training:
Mothers, like beasts, must merely have nursed their babies, let them
wallow naked in their own filth. And these children, who had to
wallow in their own filth, whose nitrous salts richly fertilized the
fields, and who had to exert themselves to penetrate the forest,
would flex and contract their muscles in these exertions, and thus
absorb nitrous salts into greater abundance. They would be quite
without that fear of gods, fathers and teachers which chills and
benumbs even the most exuberant in childhood. They must have
therefore have grown up robust, vigorous, excessively big in brawn
and bone, to the point of becoming giants. (NS)
These were at first impious men, who recognized no divinity; there
were nefarious, since relations among them were not distinguished by
marriages; and finally, not understanding society int the midst of
this infamous promiscuity of things, they were alone like wild
beasts, and hence weak and lastly miserable and unhappy because they
were in want of all the goods that are needed to keep life safe. (NS)
But if the peoples are rotting in that ultimate civil disease and
cannot agree on a monarch from within, and are not conquered and
preserved by better nations from without, then providence for their
extreme ill has its extreme remedy at hand. For such peoples, like so
many beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only of
his own private interests and reached the extreme delicacy, of better
of pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and last out at the
slightest displeasure. Thus no matter how great the throng and press
of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a deep solitude of
spirit and will, scarcely any two being able to agree since each
follows his own pleasure or caprice. By reason of all this,
providence decrees that, through obstinate factions and desperate
civil wars, they shall turn their cities into forests and the forests
into dens and lairs of men. In this way, through long centuries of
barbarism, rust will consume the misbegotten subtleties of malicious
wits that have turned them into beasts made more inhuman by the
barbarism of reflection than the first men had been made by the
barbarism of sense. For the latter displayed a generous savagery,
against which one could defend oneself or take flight or be on one's
guard; but the former, with a base savagery, under soft words and
embraces, plots against the life and fortunes of friends and
intimates. Hence, peoples who have reached this point of premeditated
malice, when they receive this last remedy and are stunned and
brutalized, are sensible no longer of comforts, delicacies, pleasures
and pomp, but only of the sheer necessities of life. (NS)
- only barbarians are capable of rejuvenating a world laboring under
the death throes of an unnerved civilization (NOB)
only barbarians are simple-minded enough to recognize the
gods (NOB)
The world's great age begins anew
The golden years return --
A return to the first beginning
the return of the gods
the Second Coming. (NOB)
In the jungle of the cities, the new barbarism.
It is later than you think. (NOB)
Civilization is an altar, on which a sacrifice is being made.
Human sacrifice. (NOB)
'On the verge of closing time.
'Thatll beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy
crushmess!'
'Shut up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.'
'during this swishingsight teilweisioned (Joyce's prophesy prior to
regular TV broadcasts)'
'- the worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world for
pure mousefarm filth.'
'Kish is for anticheirst,
and the free of my hand to him!'
the swan song of dying civilizations (NOB)
'The poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at.'
'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'
Is the proletariat the sober reality of the human condition – the
necessity of labor - to be disclosed after the show is over, after
the farce has ended. (NOB)
Finnegan Beginnagain
we are back again
before the Birth of Tragedy
before the Gods of Greece
something more elemental. (NOB)
'pawses'
'It darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world.'
'Not Pater Noster but Panther monster.'
When the leopards break into the temple and drink the wine from the
sacred chalice. The hour of the beast, or the barbarian - and they
all drank free (NOB)
'The wild man from Borneholm has jest come to crown.'
Waiting for the return of the gods
witnessing the return of babarism
the new barbarians (NOB)
returning to primitive simplicity of the first world of peoples
(NS)
the simplicity to be acquired (NOB)
For a long period of time the impious races of the children of
Noah, having lapsed into a state of bestiality, went wandering like
wild beasts until they were scattered and dispersed through the great
forest of the earth; and with their bestial education giants had
sprung up and existed among them at the time when the heavens
thundered for the first time after the flood. (NS)
restraining also their bestial lust from finding its satisfaction in
the sight of heaven, of which they had mortal terror. So it came
about that each of them would drag one woman into his cave and keep
her there in perpetual company for the duration of their lives.
(NS)
The origin of civilization, thunder; the origin of
civilization, madness (NOB)
They were out of their minds
-- Man is maniac (NOB) - (MASS PSYCHOSIS is the gibbering of the
mad - thunder at the Tower of Babel)
Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer:
Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The thunder is
God stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk. (NOB)
'There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief –
Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by Norman
O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.'
Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head
even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret
place.'
The while we, we are waiting. we are waiting for. Hymn.
Violent eruption, vulcanism; the patient becomes violent as he wakes
up. The madness of the millennia breaks out; madness is, Dionysus is
violence. (NOB)
'Whereas psychoanalysts view schizophrenics as trapped in private
symbolic worlds they cannot distinguish from what we call reality,
Brown regards schizophrenic thought as liberated from false
boundaries between mental and physical categories.' The crucified
body, the crucified mind. The norm is not normality but
schizophrenia, the split, broken, crucified mind. "If we throw a
crystal to the ground, it breaks, but it does not break haphazard but
in accordance with line of cleavage it falls into fragments, where
limits were already determined by the structure of the crystal,
although they were invisible. Psychotics are fissured and splintered
structures such as these. We cannot deny them a measure of that awe
with which madmen were regarded by the people of ancient times."
Split the stick and there is Jesus. (NOB)
It is not schizophrenia but normality that is split-minded; in
schizophrenia the false boundaries are disintegrating. . . . .
Schizophrenics are suffering from the truth. . . . Schizophrenic
thought is "adualistic"; lack of ego-boundaries makes it impossible
to set limits to the process of identification with the environment.
The schizophrenic world is one of mystical participation; an
"indescribable extension of inner sense"; "uncanny feelings of
reference"; occult psychosomatic influences and powers; currents of
electricity, or sexual attraction—action at a distance. . . . A
Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . . .
action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the “Occult.”
Dionysus, the mad god, breaks down the boundaries; releases the
prisoners; abolishes repression; and abolishes the principium
individuationis, substituting for it the unity of man and the unity
of man with nature. In this age of schizophrenia, with the atom, the
individual self, the boundaries disintegrating, there is, for those
who would save our souls, the ego-psychologists, "the Problem of
Identity." But the breakdown is to be made into a breakthrough; as
Conrad said, in the destructive element immerse. The soul that we can
call our own is not a real one. The solution to the problem of
identity is, get lost. Or, as it says in the New Testament: "He that
findeth his own psyche shall lose it, and he that loseth his psyche
for my sake shall find it." (NOB)
Symbolism is on the track of a former identity, a lost unity. - - The
tendency of the sexual instinct is to restore an earlier state of
things, an earlier state of unity. - - Union and unification is of
bodies, not souls. The erotic sense of reality unmasks the soul, the
personality, the ego; because soul, personality and ego are what
distinguish and separate us; they make us individuals, arrived at by
dividing till you can divide no more—atoms. But psychic individuals,
separate, unfissionable on the inside, impenetrable on the outside,
are, like physical atoms, an illusion; in the twentieth century, in
this age of fission, we can split the individual even as we can split
the atom. Souls, personalities, and egos are masks, spectres,
concealing our unity as body. For it as one biological species that
mankind is one—the ’species essence’ that Karl Marx looked for; so
that to become conscious of ourselves as body is to become conscious
of mankind as one. . . .
It is the erotic sense of reality that discovers the inadequacy of
fraternity, or brotherhood. It is not adequateas a form of
reunification of the human race. We must either be far more deeply
unified or not at all. The true form of unification which can be
found either in psychoanalysis or in Christianity, in Freud or Pope
or Karl Marx – is – we are all members of one body.
"The patient connects herself with everybody."
"You and I, are we not the same? . . . Sometimes I cannot tell myself
...” - -
The unification of the human race: a mental fight, a struggle in and
about men's minds. The rents, the tears, splits and divisions are
mindmade; they are not based on the truth but on what the Buddhists
call illusion, what Freud calls unconscious fantasies. The prevailing
sense of reality, the prevailing forms of knowledge, are ruled by the
instinct of aggression and division, are under the dominion of the
death instinct. We are in Satan's kingdom; to build a Heaven in
Hell's despite is to construct an erotic sense of reality. - -
We are all fractions. We are broken
When the infant realizes his separation from the mother in the oral
stage of sexuality, he denies separation (and thus external reality)
and begins to invest in a dream of regainable pleasurable union.
Negation of the external is an act of the death "instinct".
The reunification of Life and Death - accepting for a moment Freud's
equation of Death and Nirvana – can only be envisioned as the end of
the historical process
(NOB)
'The unconscious' is a 'cauldron of seething
excitement'(NOB)
The reality of our life, the reality of which we are ignorant, the
reality which we do not want to accept, is our fluid membership and
causal interdependence in the intercommunicating world of
bodies. (NOB)
The unconscious is that immortal sea which brought us hither;
intimations of which are given in moments of 'oceanic feeling'; one
sea of energy or instinct, embracing all mankind, without distinction
of race, language, or culture; and embracing all the generations of
Adam, past, present, and future, in one phylogenetic heritage, in one
mystical body. (NOB)
Human culture is a set of projections of the repressed unconscious -
to project the infantile complexes into concrete reality.
(NOB)
The fund of personality, the fund of soul-stuff available, is fixed
and collective. The only soul is the group-soul, and this consists of
nothing but group functions - - Personality is not innate, but
acquired. Like a mask, it is a thing, a fetish, a fetishistic object
or commodity - - - a person never owns his own person, but always
represents another, by whom he is possessed. And the other that one
is, is always ancestors; one’s soul is not one’s own, but
Daddy’s (NOB)
The psychic state of symbiosis revolves around the longing for
“oneness.” Under the spell of symbiotic fantasy, distinctions between
self and Other blur. Norman O. Brown suggests that the primal act of
the human ego is a negative one—“not to accept reality, specifically
the separation of the child's body from the mother's body.” Symbiotic
fantasy functions to deny separateness. Instead of conceiving of
oneself as a singularity, one imagines that one is contained within
an “omnipotent system—a dual unity within one common
boundary.” (NOB)
The fall is into language.... And overcoming the consequences of the
fall is speaking with tongues. ... a second fall into the second
innocence; verbum infans, the infant or ineffable word. . . To
restore to words their full significance ... is to reduce them to
nonsense.... Get the nothingness back into words ... Empty words,
corresponding to the void in things.
(NOB)
Schizophrenics pass beyond ordinary language (the language of the
reality- principle) into a truer, more symbolic language' and 'attain
the mad truth. (NOB)
to construct an erotic sense of reality. (To do so is) to become
conscious of symbolism. Symbolism is mind making connections
(correspondences) rather than distinctions (separations).
(NOB)
Death is an enemy because we have too much unlived life within us
(paraphrase) (NOB)
Psychoanalysis is always the discovery of the unconscious; the turn
to mass-psychology is the discovery that the unconscious is
collective (NOB)
the hidden aim of sublimation and the cultural process is the
discovery of the lost body of childhood
(NOB)
the way back behind the processes of sexual organization is not
toward the womb but rather toward a transformed narcissism
culminating in joyful and loving unification with others.
(NOB)
The unconscious to be made conscious; a secret disclosed; a veil to
be rent, a seal to be broke open (NOB)
the mystical body is not, because mystical, therefore, nonbodily
(NOB)
silence is the mother tongue (NOB)
predominance of vicarious entertainment in - the life of the masses -
- what Blake would call spectral enjoyment - everything on TV; the
lifestyles of the rich and famous offering vicarious participation in
spectacles of waste; spectator sports offering vicarous agonistics;
democracy restricted to mass voting for media stars.
(NOB)
The gods return in thunder. FINNEGAN'S WAKE is thunder
(NOB)
What the thunder said 'dumbfounding
wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder.
Well, all be dumbed!' (NOB)
There is an era in which the god himself assists the
universe on its way and helps it in its rotation. There is
also an era in which he releases his control. Thereupon it
begins to revolve in a contrary direction under its own
impulse. At last, this cosmic era draws to its close,
disorder comes to a head. The few good things the universe
produces are polluted with so great a taint of evil that it
hovers on the very brink of destruction, both it and the
creatures in it. Therefore at that very moment the god who
first set it in order looks down upon on it again.
Beholding it in trouble, and anxious lest racked by storms
and confusion it suffer in dissolution, he takes control of
the helm once more. - Plato
(NOB)
a cyclical view of history
a cycle of world ages
as in the mystical tradition, the occult tradition
The occult tradition is an aristocratic tradition
Religion is racism.
Vico anticipates de Maistre.
The 'New Science' is the 'Secret Doctrine' (Blavatsky)
Vico's occultist elitism.
Vico is an Orphic Voice
(NOB)
Ritual clowns in primitive religion violate taboos and
thereby acquire magical power. 'You shall regard nothing as
sacred.' Other traits of ritual clowns are 'reverse
behavior' and 'backward speech.' Clowns say the opposite of
what they mean. Like a crazy fellow. Speaking a strange
language. As in 'Finnegan's Wake.' (NOB)
The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman
religion that the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment',
'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one of the standard Latin
terms for the phallus.
(NOB)
'We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh
- The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in. And
robins in crews so'.
'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect
language'.
It must have been the most ancient language of
Atlantis (NS)
The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._
Schizophrenia is 'food trouble'
(NOB)
'between explosion and reexplosion (Donnaurwatteur!
Hunderthunder!)'
The Ginnungagap: the name given in the Icelandic Eddas to
the interval of timeless formlessness between world
aeons. (NOB)
Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between
antediluvious and annadominant'
'For a burning world is come to dance inane.
Are you not danzzling on the age of a vulcano?'
While alive Be a Dead man; Thoroughly dead
(NOB)
God does not go for personalities; nor does the Last
Judgment consist in the award of prizes to personalities
for the performance of their parts. The performance
principle must go; the show must not go on. The parts are
not real: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus; he is not
your personal savior. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic
fire will burn up the masks and the theater - -
psychoanalysis is not 'ego psychology' - ; the ego is a
'me' fabrication, a piece of illusion (Maya).
(NOB)
if consciousness is all words and no silence, the
unconscious remains unconscious. To redeem words, out of
the market place.
(NOB)
Out of this world; out of Vanity Fair; out of the market
place. Put the mind out of business. Words are to be
redeemed; taken out of the market place.
(NOB)
Vico recovers creative madness, or fury:
Vico belongs to the Hermetic tradition.
another Orphic voice, another Neo-Platonist.
(NOB)
Divine idiocy – a perfect symbol for the absurdity of
outworn conventions, for paralyzed social and political
structures.
I sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the
disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand with
the progressive publication of their secret; and end in
exhaustion when there is no longer any secret, when the
mystery has been divulged, that is to say, profaned. And so
there comes a time -- I believe we are in such a time, when
civilization has to be renewed by the discovery of new
mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power of the
imagination, by the undemocratic power which makes poets
the unacknowledged legislators of mankind, the power which
makes all things new.
The power which makes all things new is magic. What our
time needs is mystery; What our time needs is magic
(NOB)
To rise from history to mystery is to experience the
resurrection of the body here now, as an eternal reality;
to experience the parousia, the presence in the present,
which is the spirit; to experience the reincarnation of the
incarnation, the second coming, which is his coming in
us.
(NOB)
I think mind is at the end of its tether. - - Our real
choice is between holy and unholy madness: open your eyes
and look around you--madness is in the saddle anyhow. It is
possible to be mad and to be unblest, but it is not
possible to get the blessing without the madness; it is not
possible to get the illuminations without the
derangement. (NOB)
To seduce the world to madness
(NOB)
The outcome of psychoanalysis is the discover that magic
and madness are everywhere. - The mad truth: the boundary
between sanity and insanity is a false one. The proper
outcome of psychoanalysis is the abolition of the
boundary. (NOB)
Psychoanalysis is that revolving state which completes this
revolution, disclosing the bedroom and the bathroom behind
the bourgeois facade, disclosing the obscenity of the onstage
scene, abolishing the reality-principle and its
unreal distinction between private and public, between head
and genital. (NOB)
The woman penetrated is a labyrinth. You emerge into
another world inside a woman. The penis is the bridge; the
passage to another world is coitus; the other world is a
womb cave - and the cave in which coitus takes place is the
grave - death is coitus and coitus is death. Death is
genitalized as a return to the womb; incestuous coitus. -
The staff that cleaves the waters is the dead man's body;
the corpse; the stiff that ejaculates the soul or semen is
the penis. Penis or corpse, stiff as stone; a perpetual
erection, or monument.
(NOB)
Political power is a web woven; a politic well-wrought
veil; the veil of deceit, the veil of Maya. It is a nonexistent
cloth, the Emperor's New Clothes.
(NOB)
the father image is a thin mask covering the image of the
pre-Oedipal mother.
(NOB)
Symbolism is on the track of a former identity, a lost
unity: the lost continent, Atlantis, underneath the sea of
life in which we live enisled; or perhaps even our union
with the sea (Thalassa); the unity of the whole cosmos as
one living creature, as Plato said in the
Timeaus. (NOB)
To explore is to penetrate: the world is the insides of the
mother's body
(NOB)
All work is women's work. Every commodity is, as Marx says,
a fetish, that is to say a non-existent penis. An
investment. (NOB)
'A way a lone a last a loved a long the / riverrun, past
Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings
us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth
Castle and Environs.'
waiting for the return of the theocratic age - to recognize
the gods, to greet them. (Heidegger) (NOB)
Confusion, source of
renewal. (NOB)
Imaginative metaphysics shows that man becomes all things
by not understanding
them. (NS)
'Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed
blackman, polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip
champouree!'
It is not that children, neurotics, and primitives are so
stupid as to be unable to discriminate between words and
things; it is that they not are so repressed as to be
unaware that personality is a social fiction, a name a
magical invocation of a particular role in the social
drama. (NOB)
Psychoanalysis shows the sexual organization of the body
physical to be a political organization; the body is a body
politic…'genital organization'...a political arrangement
arrived at after stormy upheavals in the house of Oedipus…a
well-organized tyranny.
(NOB)
Literal meanings as against spiritual or symbolic
interpretation, a matter of Life against Death. The return
to symbolism, the rediscovery that everything is symbolic -
- all metaphors are sexual, a penis in every convex object
and a vagina in every concave one - - is psychoanalysis. A
return or turning point, the beginning of a new age
(Aquarius?); the Third Kingdom, the age of the spirit
prophesied by Joachim of Fiore; or the second coming, the
resurrection of the body.
(NOB)
In Ferenczi's apocalyptic theory of genitality the sexual
act is a historical drama, a symbolic reenactment or
recapitulation of all the great traumas in the history of
the individual, of the species, of life itself.
Psychoanalytic time is not gradual, evolutionary, but is
discontinuous, catastrophic, revolutionary. The sexual act
is a return to the womb. - The 'uterine regressive trend in
the sex act' is an aspect of the universal goal of all
organic life - - to return to the lifeless condition out of
which life arose. 'The goal of all life is death.' In this
philosophy and the main stages of biological evolution
(sexual differentiation, adaptation to dry land) are
catastrophes excited by external forces: these catastrophes
create 'tension'; and the aim of life (or of evolutionary
adaptation) is to get rid of the tension, and so die. Life
is a temporary (accidental) disturbance in a lifeless (and
thus peaceful) universe. It is best, then, never to have
been born, and second best, quickly to die. Nirvana is
release from the cycle of rebirth. The real death is the
death we are dead with here and now.
(NOB)
Resisting madness can be the maddest way of being
mad. (NOB)
to make the patient see pictures "something like a diluted
reel of film in my brain." Pictures: spectral images on the
inside, which represent external reality to the subject.
.. (NOB)
The wandering heroes are phallic heroes in a permanent
state of erection; pricking o'er the plain.
(NOB)
Our sexual inversions are symptoms of our having only part
rather than the whole - - sado-maschochism, transvestitism,
onanism, homosexuality - - are all attempts to regain the
primordial unity of the combined object.
(NOB)
To idealize is to idolize; to make an idol; to translate
into a fixed image for contemplation; to turn into
monumental form; to turn into stone. To concentrate on
seeing is to turn into stone; Medusa's head;
castration. (NOB)
Politically we are endlessly docile. We lust after
authority. Toward authority we are infantile-dependent. We
foist off our responsibility on others: our vicars act
vicariously in our places, and the presidency can be turned
into a virtual dictatorship just under our lethargic gazes.
The parallel is with a child's-eye view of the primal
scene, the parents in coitus, and the effect of the primal
scene is castration. We become voyeurs rather than
participators. Genital organization rather than
polymorphous perversity.
(NOB)
'Finnegans Wake'is not about anything, it is that thing
itself. (NOB)
As man becomes mythy again; that it to say mute.
(turned to stone)
(NOB)
This was the order of human institutions: first the
forests, after that the huts, the the villages, next the
cities and finally the academies.
(NS)
First the divine, a dumb language of hieroglyphics
(NS)
Mute speech is hieroglyph. - Myth is mute speech.
(NOB)
The language of the gods is not spoken words but
signs (NOB)
A hieroglyphic or sacred or secret language, by means of
mute acts. (NOB)
Apocalypse strips away the decent draperies on which the
whole big lie depends, false front, the screen of wall that
separates the public sphere from the private parts.
(NOB)
speaking with tongues; the primordial language, from before
the Flood or the Tower of Babel – the dialect of God is
solecism. (NOB)
The natural man is transformed into superman: “We fleshly
earthly men are to become gods.”
(NOB)
The proper response to poetry is not criticism but
poetry. (NOB)
hypnotism which makes world opinion; hypnotism which makes
the world go round.
(the spell of the Whore of Babylon)
(NOB)
As in schizophrenia: “what happens to the person's own body
– is identical with what happens in the universe.” - The
body that is identical with the environment.
(NOB)
To bring this world to an end: the consummation devoutly to
be wished, the final judgment. - A fiery consummation
'Creation will be burned up.' (quoting Blake)
(NOB)
The apocalypse lays bare the mystery of kingship; stripping
off the Emperor's New Clothes, to reveal the harlot.
Kingship is fornication – the identity of politics and sex.
In the apocalypse the walls do fall; the walls separating
inside and outside; public and private; body physical and
metaphysical. The identification of sex and politics; as in
psychoanalysis.
(NOB)
Psychoanalysis stands or falls on the expansion on the idea
of sexuality to comprehend the entire life of the human
body; attributing a sexual ('erotogenic') action to all
parts, organs, or 'zones'; or rather, envisaging sexuality
as an energy diffused throughout the whole body, and
capable of displacement from one part to another, and of
transformation from one mode of manifestation to another
(polymorphism; metamorphosis).
(NOB)
Amidst riches we are poor, precisely because we have made
fetishes of our commodities and emptied or ejaculated
ourselves into them.
(NOB)
The natural man is self-centered or egocentric; everything
he regards as real he also regards as outside himself;
everything he takes 'in' immediately become unreal and
'spectral.' He tries to become an armored crustacean alert
for attack or defense; the price of selfishness is eternal
vigilance. This kind of Argus-eyed tenseness proceeds from
the sealed prison of consciousness which Blake calls
'opaque.' (NOB)
Definitions are boundaries; schizophrenics pass beyond the
reality-principle into a world of symbolic connections:
'all things lost their definite boundaries, became
iridescent with many-colored significances.' Schizophrenics
pass beyond ordinary language (the language of the realityprinciple)
into a truer more symbolic language.
(NOB)
To overcome dualism would be to awake out of sleep; to
arise from the dead.
(NOB)
The mad truth The proper outcome of psychoanalysis is the
abolition of the boundary, the healing of the split, the
integration of the human race.
(NOB)
A king is erected, rex erectus est. A king is an erection
of the body politic. - - The exhibitionism of the phallic
personality (the huge genital, the royal lingam) is
fraudulent; an imposture, or imposition on the public;
theater. The actor needs the audience to reassure him he is
not castrated: yes, you are the mighty penis; the Emperor’s
New Clothes. To force the audience to give this reassurance
is to castrate, have coitus with, the audience: the phallic
personality needs a receptive audience or womb. Separately,
both actor and audience are incomplete, castrated; but
together they make up a whole. - - Action is what takes
place in front of the camera, with the lights turned on, to
throw the rest of reality into darkness…Those for whom not
to be seen is nonexistence are not alive; and the kind of
existence they seek, the immortality they seek, is
spectral; to be seen is the ambition of ghosts, and to be
remembered the ambition of the dead. The public realm is
the stage for heroic action, and heroes are specters of the
living dead. - - The reality principle is the importance
principle, which commands us to be fooled by appearances,
to respect the Emperor’s New Clothes -
-
(NOB)
'Lowest basemeant in hystry!'
Farce is the theater of impotence.
In a situation of general social paralysis
stasis, sterility, stereotypification
the aim is not the seizure of power but the dissolution of
power.
(NOB)
There's just that Shakespeare fellow left to beat:
'You're well held now, Missy Cheekspeer, and your panto's
off!'
As Karl Marx observed, “there is an eternal recurrence in
history; events and personalities reappear, on the first
occasion they appear as tragedy; on the second as
farce.” (NOB)
Farce is the mode of consciousness in which a people take
leave of their history
(NOB)
An interlude of farce:
'the farced epistol to the hibruws.'
(NOB)
Etymology of farce: stuffing.
Pigge farced with sage.
(NOB)
Farce is the mode of demystification -
Farce is vulgarization.
(NOB)
Stoop (please stoop)
It is imperative that we sink.
(NOB)
'the hoax that joke bilked.'
'The jest of junk the jungular?'
'Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.'
'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.'
Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere
(NOB)
'Lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake'
Appendix: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven'
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Lyrics to the best rock song of all time from Led Zeppelin:
"Stairway To Heaven"
♪ There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. (a whiff of pagan?)
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
Repeating my earlier comments and adding new ones: Let
women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the
'Stairway to Heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song. That is, the
only thing really on a woman's mind is to get a man and get
a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes and cosmetics,
etc. solely for that purpose (this is Marx's fetishism of
commodities). She's a black hole – she sucks all these
things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious,
the things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's
all that's on her mind. She's building her nest. She
doesn't really need or want any of this stuff. All she has
to do is wiggle her finger to get what she really wants.
She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led Zeppelin sang, '♪
with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of
the dolls. Their every whim is instantly gratified, and
most of what they ask for they don't need. They enjoy
grinding men down into the dust running them ragged getting
them this and that. The New Jerusalem is the male utopia,
where women are handmaids.
Backward masking or other techniques are unnecessary to get
at these lyrics. Their meaning is clear. The film 'White
Noise' was about the supposed subliminal secret messages on
TV, communing with the 'dead'
(contacting//invoking/conjuring up the spirits), but the
messages are right in your face. These are EVPs –
Electronic Voice Phenomena. Incantation, casting a magical
spell upon the dolls (hexing them), has the root chant as
does the word enchant. It is singing incoherent gibberish
into her ear, sweet nothings. The words of witch's spells
are recited backwards and are unintelligible gibberish to
the conscious mind but for their effectiveness instead go
directly to the unconscious, which is much faster and more
knowledgeable than the rational faculty. It is amazingly
ingenious and creative. In imitation, Buddhist monks emit a
humming, buzzing ommmm monotone, called a mantra. Vibrating
resonant electric guitar fuzz tones emit that signal, which
is the secret of rock's popularity, the famous Wall of
Sound. 'Music hath harms (enchantment) to soothe (pacify)
the savage beast = the dolls – the Whore of Babylon'. Joyce
chimes in, 'The while we are waiting for - - . Hymn.' Hymn
becomes Hmmmm - -, the buzzing monotone chant, where
'chimes' is the ringing in your ears. Likewise, at Jericho
the walls came 'tumbling down' at the 'sonic blast' of the
Ram's Horns.
'♪ Well they blew the horns
And the walls came down
They'd all been warned
And the walls came down
They just stood there laughing
They're not laughing anymore (The Call – note the band
name)
'♪ There's a sign on the wall.' Indeed! The band's name – Led
Zeppelin – as in sink like a lead balloon - and Led -as in
led into the ditch by me! For I'm the Pied Piper!
Repeating: Jesus warned: 'Can the blind lead the blind? shall they not
both fall into the ditch?' This way to the ditch! Fear me! Cry out,
“Saints preserve us!”
We ghosts emit the soundless, but weird, creepy moan and
eerie whine that we receive off the Collective Unconscious.
I'm the Whispering Ghost or the Whistler sending the
humming Idiot Wind in your head (Mass Psychosis) to remove
the dolls and rapture out billions!
'♪ And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
- - Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind'.
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Interesting Portrait of Norman O. Brown
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Your first four paragraphs you rightly labeled 'earth
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You touch on innumerable topics in common with those I
discuss which I also agree with, although I seem to
sometimes fall on the opposite side. Let me rattle off some
in no order:
1. Vedic Scriptures (although I need to look at the
Puranas)
2. The 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western
Civilization) and the failure of its central organizing
principle (and thus Obama's floundering).
3. The approaching Golden Age (the New Jerusalem)
4. The GOOD Project (Get Out of Dodge - I prefer the
acronym GOD) - which is my Secret Rapture (your Giant
Evacuation) for my Coming Conflagration to Cleanse/Cull the
Earth when I will remove billions- also called the
Ascension or Global Blackout! You refer to a Coronal Mass
Ejection, but the 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly
unleash won't be visible to the eye (it will be
hyperdimensional). Ed Dames (aka "Dr. Doom") also wrongly
prophesizes my 'Killshot' as due to solar flares. This is
my response to Overpopulation (your
Culling/Cleansing/Evacuation), where I also refer to
Cameron's 'Avatar', not to mention 'Stargate Atlantis' with
its 'Wraiths' (= ghosts) and its 'Ascension'. In the Golden
Age, we'll appear to be native, but will be in fact
becoming the highly evolved the spiritual beings you
prophesy, who can access these hyperdimensions/other
dimensions/the Other World.
5. The Kabbalah
6. The Aryan Master Race/White Male Supremacy (out of the
ancient Vedic Caste System via mainly Blavatsky/Waddell
into the Nazis).
7. Smoke and Mirrors Deception/Trickery
8. Demigods
9. The Nephilim who mated with the fair daughters
(Dollfaces/Cutie pies) of men.
10. The Flood (the Conflagration that I will send again)
with the new Ark for those I Evacuate.
You'll find more commonalities, including my adaption of
your Tetrahedral Hyperdimensional Double Cone Time Vortex.
The Rapture/Ascension/Global Blackout
Dolls I Abduct(Suck Up) to My Saucer! = Raptured Out by Me!
Beam me up, Scotty!
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Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture
'♪ Some bright morning when this life is over
I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away
I'll fly away oh glory
I'll fly away (in the morning)
When I die hallelujah by and by (die means the 'Living Dead')
I'll fly away
'♪ On the resurrection morning
When all the dead in Christ shall rise
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life
What a hallelujah morning when the last trump
of God shall sound
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord,
I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around
What a hallelujah morning when the
last trump of God shall sound
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord,
I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life' 'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have
a New Life)'
'♪ Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today ' (Crowded House)
The Real Secret Rapture!
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What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Unconsciously = Light = Bathed
in Slime!
Human Cannonball Seed To The Future (Me) Shot From Phallic
Gun at the Circus Finale (The End of the World)
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